FIRST things first I guess. This is an erotic story written
for the enjoyment of consenting adults. If you are not consenting don't read it
(now that made a lot of sense). If you are not an adult don't read it. This
story contains pedophilia and incest. If this offends you or violates your
personal moral code DON'T READ IT.

SECOND: While I have the soapbox I want to say something
about the nature of fantasy. That is what this story is FANTASY. I do not
condone or agree with the activities portrayed in this story. Anyone in real
life who harms a child deserves to be castrated then shot. That said, what is
harm? Is a consenting, loving, sexual relationship between a child and an adult
harmful? If done with care it is not physically harmful but there are other
kinds of harm. Is it emotionally harmful? Perhaps, perhaps not, in actuality it
probably varies case by case. Children don't have labels; there is no tag that
says 'I can handle sex'. So for that reason alone caring adults should not
consider a sexual relationship with a child (uncaring adults are going to do as
they damn well please).

THIRD: Now I wish to speak on incest. I have no problem on a
moral level with incest. I even consider the idea erotic (go figure) on an
abstract level. I only have problems with incest is when it involves an adult
and a child. The adult whether he/she be a parent or uncle/aunt or whatever is
in a position of authority over the child. That brings in the possibility of
coercion. Even if this is not intended there will be an element of it there
just because of the authority position. Most children want to please their
parents. A child that is subject to sexual advances by a parent may acquiesce
even if this is not something they wish to do. I would have the same problem if
the adult were a teacher or a principle. Other than that I have no problems
with incest. If a brother and sister want to play around under the sheets, as
long as certain precautions are taken, more power to them.

LAST:Let’s change
the tune a little.If you want to know
my theory on erotic writing then read the preamble to some of my other stories
(a few are missing it entirely).I’ve
thought more on the nature of child sex and harm and want to put my thoughts
down here.Above I mentioned the
possibility of emotional harm to a child as a result of a sexual relationship,
even a loving sexual relationship with an adult.I’ve thought some more on the subject and
have concluded that the relationship itself is not likely to cause
harm….but!Big word
but….really big in this case.But, unless you are stranded on a desert island or on the dark side of
the moon that relationship is not going to happen in a vacuum.Children are bombarded these days with all
manner of cautions and warnings about strangers or even not strangers.They are told about bad ‘touching’ and
encouraged to report even the most innocuous intimacies.As an adult you may be able to convince the
child to keep the secret but what kind of message are you sending.You are in effect teaching deceit and
dishonesty.You are also creating
confusion and apprehension in a mind that is young and very, very
impressionable.

If you are caught it gets worse, not
just for you but for the child as well.Suddenly strangers move in and tear her from the people she loves.She is subjected to endless questions and
shuttled through a sterile foreign system away from all that she knows.At the end she will be left with the
knowledge that her answers to all of those questions were instrumental in
locking away someone she dearly loves, perhaps forever.There will be fear, remorse and an aching
emptiness.

So, can a loving adult-child relationship cause harm.In an ideal world, no, I doubt it.In the one we live in the answer is almost
certainly yes.

Arron
unzipped the tent and stuck his head out.A thick pre-dawn fog covered the camp and the air was wet and
clammy.Every surface dripped and
glistened.He eased through the flap and
re-sealed the tent behind him.He
skirted the campfire and made his way to his own tent.As he moved across the well worn grass he
left dark footprints on the dew silvered blades.

He quietly
unzipped the door of his tent and peered into the green-tinted gloom
within.Both children were still asleep,
each in there own bag.After Jenny’s
‘nightcap’ it was completely possible they wouldn’t even be aware they’d slept
alone.

He sealed
the tent and made his way back to the fire pit.At first it looked gloomy; the wet fog had soaked everything; however a
little digging unveiled a puff of smoke and then live coals.He used his pocket knife to whittle some dry
shavings into place and then gave his lungs a workout.In short order he had a small blaze
going.He fed progressively larger and
wetter chunks into place.

When Carl
finally shivered out thirty minutes later a cheery blaze was going and the coffee
pot was perking away.

Carl
grinned at his older brother and sauntered over to the fire.He yawned theatrically.“You know, if we’re ever going to get that
house done we have to work more and fuck less.”

Arron
smirked back at him.“Didn’t
notice you backing off of seconds or thirds.”

Carl
stretched, “Yeah well, fuck the house.”

“Oh, I
though I was the one getting all the fucking!”Jenny stepped from the tent in jeans and bare feet.She took only a few steps before pivoting and
retreating back to the tent, “Damn that grass is cold!”She saluted the male chuckles that followed
her with a single upraised finger.

By the time
the girls emerged the sun was peaking over the hills and the perfume of bacon
and eggs were overpowering the dank smell of wet earth.They frolicked for a few moments in pajamas
and slippers before being ordered back to the tent for more serviceable
clothing.

After
breakfast the men loaded up and rumbled out to the house site.The first several hours were again spent
removing the excess water then they stood around and discussed what to do next.With the second floor joists and planking
down Arron thought it seemed logical to continue with the fireplaces.Carl was about to agree but then almost
sheepishly mentioned that Jenny had a point about the second floor access.Real stairs would be nice.

Arron wavered a bit, trying to find holes in that logic.He couldn’t.He gave in with a minimal of grumbling.It took them an hour to find and rip two suitable twelve inch wide
boards for the stringers.Measuring and
laying out the notches then cutting them with the circular saw took
longer.After lunch they started framing
up the landing.It went fairly quickly
and early afternoon found them fitting the stringers.These were cut to length ‘on site’ then
nailed into place.Arron had plucked ten
inches out of the air as a good tread width; of course they had no planks that
wide.These were ripped then cut to
length.At least they went down fast.They’d install the damned risers at a later
date.

Supper was
uninspiring, at least Arron thought so.He did like the desert course though.He was growing rather fond of bald, little girl pussy.

The next
day dawned foggy and wet.The damp
seemed to cling and oily rivulets clung to every surface.The breakfasted on sweet rolls and coffee
then got to work.Cutting and fitting
the rocks for the second floor hearths stretched into the afternoon with only a
brief break for lunch.The fog was long
gone and a hot sun beamed down, turning the world into a sauna.Jenny and the girls arrived to mix clay and
by the time they knocked off both hearths were bedded in and a start had been
made on the fireboxes.

A spring
romp eased sore muscles and washed several pounds of red West Virginia mud from two giggling
moppets.Supper was pot pie from a Dutch
oven that had spent the day buried in the fire pit.

After a cup
of cocoa the girls were sent to bed.The
adults enjoyed a few rounds of fortified coffee then Carl and Jenny headed for
their tent.Arron was not invited to
join them and knew enough not to ask.He
finished his own cup then headed for his darkened tent.

Hissing
whispers came to his ears as he neared the structure.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

He stepped
inside to find two bristling, pajama clad children facing each over the no man’s
land of his sleeping bag.They started
when he crawled through the door and drew apart a little bit.

Arron
started pulling his boots off.“What’s
this about then?”

Lena tossed her dark hair.“Rachel says she swallowed your dick!”She blurted it in a voice loud enough to make
Arron wince.She recognized her
indiscretion and clapped a hand over her mouth but pulled it away a second
later to hiss, “Well she did!”

Rachel had
stuck her nose in the air and struck an aloof pose.A martyr who knew vindication was at hand.

“No, I
didn’t hear her but she did take me all the way down her throat.”

Lena bit her lip and glanced sheepishly at her baby
sister who was now beaming like a 200 watt bulb.When she turned back to Arron her face fell,
“Why can’t I do it!” she wailed.She
seemed on the brink of tears.

Arron
cuddled her up and kissed the top of her head. “You can baby, I’m sure of it.You’ve just got to get the angle right and
learn to relax your throat.”

Seeing her
sister’s distress Rachel’s superiority evaporated and she crawled up to offer
her support."S’rightLena.You can do it.It tickles an’ hurts some an’ you cough at
first but you gets used to it.”

Lena pulled her head from Arron’s chest and peeked at her
sister, “really?You think I can do it?”

“Uhuh,” some of Rachel’s earlier gloating came through,
“course I was first.”

Lena chose to ignore the last and turned back to
Arron.She began to fumble with his
zipper.“I wanna
try now!”

Arron
closed his hand over hers, stopping her.“Hold it.First, I have some
questions of my own.Where did you two
get the idea to try that in the first place?”

Had they
giggled and admitted to a late night brainstorming session he would have
dropped it there but they both went stock still at the question.A glance passed between them.Lena licked
her lips, “Try what?”

Arron
gently took her chin in his hands and tilted her face up to his.“What have we been talking about?”

“You mean
deep throating?”

“Yes, deep throating.”

She licked
her lips again and tried to look at her sister but Arron’s gentle but firm grip
on her chin prevented that.Finally she
met his eyes, “We’re not supposed to say.”

“Did your
mother tell you?”

Lena jerked back.“We’re not supposed to say!”

“You didn’t
say, I guessed!” Arron snapped.The
children recoiled at his tone.Seeing
this he held out his hands in supplication.“I’m sorry girls but I need to know this.”He gathered them in on each side and gently
stroked their hair.“I won’t say
anything but I need to know where I stand.Did your mother talk to you about the things we do together.”

Long
seconds passed without a sound; finally he pushed Lena
back slightly and tilted her head to meet his gaze.“Did she?”

Lena stared at him for a moment then jerked a reluctant
nod.

“Tell me
about it.Both of you.”

Over the
next half hour a faltering story tumbled out.It came in fits and starts and sometimes needed much prompting but it
came.On the day Arron and Carl had
finished the second story planking Jenny had gathered her brood for a little
morning chat.She’d asked what went on
at night and the children had apparently answered quite frankly.She’d asked what Arron did to them and then
asked if they liked having their little cunnies and bottoms licked and
sucked.When they both given a rousing
affirmative to that she asked if Arron had tried to put his dick in them and on
being assured he hadn’t asked what they did for him.

She
questioned her daughter’s closely on their cock sucking techniques.She asked if they liked cum and if they spit
it out or swallowed it.She wanted to
know if Arron came on their faces, in their hair and on their tiny bodies.Finally she’d asked if they sexed each
other.Lena’s
denial had come out quick, too quick.Jenny had dug and soon had the admission that her two pre-teen children
were enthusiastic pussy eaters and butt rimmers.She’d assured them it was no problem then
tottered shakily to her tent.Strange
noises came out for some minutes.

“I think
she was givin’ herself a ‘gasm,” Rachel said sagely.Lena nodded
in agreement.

It was
during the truck ride to the house to bring lunch to the men that Jenny had
suggested the girls try a little sword swallowing; she’d even thrown in a
little coaching on technique.

Lena bit her lip and looked up at Arron with large
eyes.“You won’t tell mommy we told will
you?”Both children held there breath
and waited his response.

He cuddled
them both in and ran callused hands through their silky hair.No babies, I won’t say anything.”

Lena heaved a big sigh then giggled and pushed back from
him.“Good, now teach me to eat your
dick,” she giggled again, “all the way to the root!”

She dove
and started to unfasten his pants.Rachel joined a second later.“I’ll show you Lena.It’s not thaaaaat
hard.”The four year old’s
lips slid over his cockhead.With the head of his cock filling her mouth
she licked the shaft.She bounced a few
times to wet it then took a deep breath and pushed forward.

To her
chagrin she didn’t make it the first time, forced into a coughing retreat.She took several deep breaths and attacked
from a slightly different angle.This
time there was only a slight hesitation as Arron’s prick head lodged at the
back of her silky throat.He groaned as
it moved past and began to slide down the hot tightness of the child’s throat.

She stopped
with her tightly stretched little lips just touching his pubic hair.When she came slowly up Arron and Lena were
treated to the obscene sight of a seemingly never ending length of fat,
glistening cock sliding from her sexy barely four-year-old mouth.

She stopped
with her lips locked behind the ridge of his helmet and pushed forward
again.There was hesitation as he
entered her throat but less than on the first stroke.Her third dive was the surest yet, his
throbbing dick sliding smoothly from mouth to throat as she steadily regarded
him with her big brown eyes.

Lena had smirked when her sister failed her first
try.When she subsequently succeeded the
older child’s expression had turned to near awe.That didn’t last long however.Before Rachel had completed a half dozen
strokes her sister was trying to pull her off Arron’s cock.

The
youngest Winters finally pulled off of her uncle’s
cock with a lewd ‘pop’.She regarded the
pulsing, wet prick for a moment then leaned in quickly and planted a kiss on
the head.She giggled at the look on
Arron’s face then turned to her sister.“See it’s easy.”

It was of
course anything but, even for Rachel.The four-year-old did seem to have a knack for eating hard dick; her
older sister had a far tougher time of it.Lena stayed at it though, repeatedly
ignoring Rachel’s offers to demonstrate again.

So long did
the practice go on that Arron twice had to call rest breaks to avoid painting
the child’s face.Rachel had given up by
then and had pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties.She lay on her back, her chubby thighs spread
and her fat, bald, swollen little pussy on display.She wet her fingers and started to diddle
herself.

When a
panting Arron called the second halt a better idea came to her.She grasped her older sister by the hair and
pulled her vacant mouth down between her thighs.Lena had no
objections and went right to eating slick baby sister pussy.The display did nothing to hasten Arron’s
recovery.

When her
sister rolled to her hand and knees and returned to the main course Rachel
crawled around behind her and pulled her elder sister’s pajamas and panties
down to mid-thigh.Her head
vanished.A moment later Lena moaned around her uncle’s cock.She grinned up at him.

“Sissy’s in my bottom” Her eyes
closed and she moaned again, “She’s got her tongue a foot up my butt!”

She swayed for a moment then
returned to the assault.Despite the
distraction of being energetically rimmed by a pre-school analingus
expert she finally managed to get her lips into her uncle’s pubic hair.She bobbed up with a grin, “I did it!”, and
immediately dove again.She was not to
get a third stroke this night.All of
the practice had tuned Arron to a razors edge.With a whole throbbing dick stuffed in her face the child again groaned
at her sister’s oral butt love.That was
too much.Moaning like a leaky boiler
his balls fired pulse after pulse of scalding spunk down his sexy little niece’s
tight throat.

So deep was his dick that Lena didn’t even realize he was cuming till she pulled
back and caught the third spurt in her tiny mouth.She glared at him over his pulsing cock as
she swallowed the remainder of his cum.

The weather held off for the next
week and men took full advantage.With
the experience gained on the lower floors it took only three days to finish out
the fireplaces and chimneys, but they were hard days.They were generally on site at first light
and never quit till dusk.All they had
energy for in the evenings was a quick splash in the spring and then it was to
bed.

With the fireplaces in the second
story walls were bolted to the chimneys then they went to work framing up the
roof.At first they tried building the
joists on the ground.The green lumber
was heavy however and it proved beyond the two of them to haul the assembly
into place.Nor could the Ram be of
service with nothing to hang a pulley on.They ended up having to knock the completed assembly apart and haul it
up piecemeal.

Despite this setback the work went
with a fair bit of speed.This project
was actually starting to take on a house shape and enthusiasm grew.

It was a Tuesday when the skies
finally opened up again.They had only
two roof joists to go but the grumbling was minimal.The grueling dawn to dusk pace had worn them
to a frazzle and left them tired and sore.On top of that they were down to eating canned goods.It was time for a break so another overnight
stay in Avery was laid on.

Decision made they set out
immediately.Breakfast was greasy
omelets and grits in Huttonsville then they pressed
on into Avery.They had planned to drop
the women folk at the mall and hit the home center.At least the men had planned that.Jenny had different ideas.Muttering something about ‘threadbare rubes’,
she drug them all into the big department store that anchored the complex of
shops.For the next two hours the two
men grumbled and griped their way through numerous outfits.

Laden with purchases they lunched
at the food court then the men folk finally departed for some ‘real’ shopping,
leaving the ladies behind.

Both Arron and Carl had gotten into
the ‘frontier ethos’ of building the house, taking
great pride in doing the work themselves with little in the way of processed
materials.When you got right down to it
however there wasn’t much of a ‘natural’ alternative to things like roofing,
insulation and drywall.They had
actually considered shakes for the roof, splitting them themselves onsite from
the local timber.Neither had any experience
with the method however and a roof seemed like a serious thing to gamble
with.Prudence prevailed.They looked at drywall and insulating
materials but left them for now.Till
the roof was in place they had no way of keeping those water susceptible
materials dry.

They looked at various roofing
materials including the new vinyl and metal roofing.In the end they decided on good old low-tech
shingles however.They were cheap,
durable and Arron had some past experience installing them.They wandered over to the hardware section
and picked up some odds and ends then Carl backed the Ram up to the
‘contractors’ loading dock.When they
pulled out of the lot the big 4x4 was noticeably down at the rear.Even its massive springs took notice of the
load of shingles and felt in the bed.

They picked up Jenny and the girls
and headed for the motel.Their room
fronted the pool which had just opened for the season and the girls insisted on
trying it.Arron and Carl were convinced
to come in but the water still held winters chill and they soon retreated
shivering to their deck chairs.The
girl’s higher metabolism stood them in good stead however and they splashed and
frolicked in the shallow end for nearly an hour.

After a shower and some really good
pasta in the motel restaurant they rumbled off to the drive in.The girl’s quickly grew bored with the 50’s
era black and white horror movie that was showing and amused themselves playing
made up games in the darkened back seat.

With the children’s attention diverted
Arron and Carl amused themselves by groping Jenny who was wedged between
them.They couldn’t do much but they
could and did wind her up good and tight for possible later festivities.

Halfway through the flick Arron’s supersized
drink wanted out.He popped open the
door, ‘Gotta see a man about a horse.”

He slipped to the ground and was
about to close the door when Lena started
bouncing in the back seat.“I need to
potty, I need to potty!”

Jenny smiled at Arron.“Would you, please?”

Arron grinned and helped the
squirming pre-teen to the ground.Hand
in hand they began the long walk to the bathrooms which were in the combination
concession/projection house.There were
only a couple of dozen cars in the place.The several in the back row were older models with the occasional flashy
appurtenance that said ‘teenager’.He
supposed they were doing the things teenagers have always done at movies.

The night was cool and refreshing
and soon they reached the single, squat block building that held the facilities.There were a couple of tables set to one side
of the concession, insects, large and small, batted and buzzed at the singe
high mounted gas light.

A half dozen giggling girls were
gathered in the light.Most seemed to be
young teens but at a guess a couple had not yet reached that defining age
though they were working hard at pretending they had.Arron would have bet money that most of the
parents of the group had not let them out dressed as they were.Very short shorts and minis so brief that a
panty shot was a real possibility seemed to be the norm.These were topped by cutoff tees or tube
tops, though about half of the group had nothing perceptible to cover up.

Arron eyed the little clique as they
approached.They were sexy, especially
to his newly liberated libido.He felt Lena’s hand clench his tighter and the child bristled as
she sensed the direction of his interest.Shit, was it a female thing?Only
six and she was already jealous.

The group had noticed their
approach too.They had been giggling to
themselves but quieted down as the man and little girl approached.One of them, either genuinely interested or
more likely showing off for her friends called out, “hey mister I can do things
for you that your little girl friend can’t!”A few nervous gasps and shocked giggles followed her outburst.

Arron just grinned, not deigning to
respond.He’d reckoned without Lena’s affronted competitiveness however.The child jerked her tiny hand from his and
pulled up short.She planted her fists
on her hips and stared at the heckler.“I doubt that.Can you deep
throat a man’s dick?”She stood for a
second as the shockwave of the question spread then dropped a proclamation into
the following dead silence.“Well I
can!”

Arron was paralyzed in shock for
long seconds, then recovering somewhat he quickly hustled the child toward the
bathrooms.Normally he would have sent
her on her own into the women’s but at the moment his icy guts didn’t want to
let her out of his sight.He hustled her
into the men’s, not even bothering to check occupation first.

Wordlessly he led her to a stall
and then sought his own relief at a urinal.His guts churned and twisted and fear nibbled at his bowels.Lena seemed
to sense the enormity of what she had done and went about her business in
silence.

There were high screened windows
set into the concrete walls of the un-air-conditioned restroom.After washing his hands Arron moved to one
and listened.He could here excited feminine murmuring from outside but could not make
out what was being said.There was
definitely no giggling going on.

A toilet flushed and a sheepish Lena joined him.The child’s tan seemed to have faded a few shades; the full implications
of her little tantrum were obviously starting to hit home.

It took several minutes but the
voices outside eventually drifted off.Luckily no male types needed the facilities during the interval.They waited a further minute then Arron slipped
out for a peak.The coast was
clear.He motioned Lena
to him and they set off for the truck.The little girl had to almost trot to keep up with her uncles leggy
stride.

They had gone perhaps a dozen paces
when a figure materialized from the darkness.It was one of the girls from the group, one of the younger ones from the
look of her.She was alone and seemed
very nervous.“Excuse me mister but can
I talk to you for a moment?”

Arron faltered and then
halted.Lena,
seemingly shrunken, oozed in to shield behind him.

The young girl, Arron guessed her
age at eleven or twelve was wearing cutoff jeans brief enough to expose the
bottom of her sleek cheeks and a brief halter top.She had a plain if pretty face and long,
sleek black hair.

Not waiting for a response the girl
went on.“Does she
really….I mean…She’s so young….”She
seemed nervous and hesitant, licking her lips before stumbling on in a
rush.“I mean…I mean…look, I won’t say
anything…I promise but…”She bit her
lip, “I’d like to watch…I mean…if I could.”

Arron shook his head and moved past
her.“My sister was mistaken.She watches too many trash movies on
cable.”It sounded hollow even to him
and why had he claimed Lena was his
sister.It came to him after a
moment.Any amount of misdirection at
this point couldn’t hurt.

As they left the girl behind Lena turned and squeaked into the darkness.“I don’t, not really, I really don’t.”

Lena
started to cry and he scooped her up and continued walking.“Hush baby hush”, he said calmly as he
stroked her hair.

“I messed up”, she blubbered into
his shoulder.

“Yes baby you did but it’s done.”

“I’m sorry” She pulled her tear wet
face from his shoulder and looked him in the face.“Are you mad at me?”

“No honey I’m not mad.I’m scared but not mad.”

Her face crumpled again and was
soon buried in chest.“I’m sorry…I’m
sorry…I’m really sorry.”

Arron stroked her soft hair then
dropped his hand down to stroke her back.“It’ll be alright baby.Hush,
stop crying.If we get back to the truck
with you like this then your daddy is going to want to know what’s wrong and
that won’t make things any better.”

She sniffed a few more times but
then dried her eyes on the back of her hands.

When they reached the truck Arron
rapped gently on the passenger side window.He caught Jenny’s eye and motioned to her.Puzzled the woman popped the door and slid to
the ground.Past her Arron could see
Rachel asleep in her father’s lap.

Hurriedly Arron whispered a capsule
history of events into her ear.Her eyes
widened and she looked first as Lena then
around at the darkened drive in.She looked
back at Arron then hissed in a low whisper.“Get Lena in the truck.”

Arron opened the back door and
started strapping the child into her seat.As he did so He heard Jenny speak to her husband.“Honey, Lena’s
got a belly ache and to tell you the truth I don’t feel so good myself.Why don’t we head for the motel?”

Carl seemed to have actually have
become engrossed in the movie now he blinked and looked around.Finally he nodded.“Fine by me.”

Arron took the sleeping Rachel and
belted her in then walked around and climbed in alongside Jenny.As the Ram clattered to life Jenny said,
“Leave the light off honey we don’t want to ruin the movie for everyone
else.”

Carl nodded and pulled just the
parking lights on as they rumbled into motion.Jenny quickly leaned across them and shut them off.“Even parking light can be pretty bright when
you’re trying to watch a movie honey.”

Carl looked puzzled but didn’t
argue the point.Arron nodded to himself
and despite the frost that still gripped his gut marveled at Jenny’s
adaptability and quick thinking.License
plate lights could be pretty bright too.

All the way to the motel Arron
watched the mirror.Every time a vehicle
remained behind them more than a few blocks his stomach started to knot.When it passed or turned off the tension
would drop and the cycle would begin anew.

The breakfasted at the motel the
next morning and then hit the grocery store.So full was the truck bed with roofing supplies that the victuals had to
be shoved in every nook and cranny with several bags having to go in the
cab.They then fueled up and hit the
highway.Only when Avery dropped away
behind them did Arron start to relax.Soon enough he was asleep.Despite begging off on the anticipated threesome with Jenny and Carl he’d
gotten little of that commodity the night before.

With good weather they hit the roof
hard.Joist after joist went up one
painful board at a time.Jenny’s
paranoia about the floors, which she had taken a lot of good natured ribbing
for, was proved not so paranoid when on the second day back Arron missed a step
from one rafter the next and fell eight feet to the rough planks of the second
floor.All he got out of it was a
bruised rump that a soak in the spring did wonders for.Had the floors still been unplanked he could
have dropped a fatal thirty-five feet to the basement.It didn’t help that Jenny and the girls had
been delivering lunch at the time and witnessed the mishap.The woman was insufferable for the next
several days.

The finished the last joist on a
cool, blustery Saturday morning and immediately fell to planking.There were a few one inch boards left over
from the floors but these were exhausted by lunch forcing Arron to fire up his
mill to rip more.The bastardized
machine had not been used in a while and despite its coverings corrosion had
set in.It took several hours and nearly
a can of penetrating oil to coax it to life.It ripped three boards and then promptly broke.The welding and adjusting ate the rest of the
day so it was Sunday before they got back to laying planks.

Despite the delays the planking
went quickly.By the end of the day
almost a third of the structure at least had planks overhead.They couldn’t lay planks in the dark but they
could and did fetch lanterns from camp and rip boards long into the dark
hours.Only hunger and mosquitoes
finally stopped them.

They were back at work with the sun
the next morning.All through the day
hammers sounded their tap, tap, tap, interrupted of course by the occasional
sharp ‘ping’ this was generally followed by an outburst of bad language.By the time they knocked off at dusk the roof
needed only shingles to properly be called a roof.

That night they held a ‘topping
out’ party, as if they were building a forty story steel tower instead of a two
story wood frame house.Jenny baked a
cake and the adults proceeded to get drunk.All tromped down to the spring where the adults passed a bottle and got drunker.Upon the return to camp the girls were put to
bed whereupon the adults got truly stinking!

Arron became aware of several
things in a sort of semi-fuzzy sequence.One, he was cold.Two, his
bladder was painfully distended.Item one
could be ignored and item two could be solved by pissing himself thus allowing
him to go back to sleep if it hadn’t been for item three, something or someone
was persistently nudging him in the ribs.

He made a few halfhearted shoo
swipes without opening his eyes but his tormenter was nimble enough to avoid
the clumsy gesture.Receiving another
nudge he growled and slowly pried open his eyes.The sky was brightening with dawn and the
clouds were red-tinged but there was as yet no sign of the sun.Lena towered
over him, occulting a quarter of the visible sky.The expression on her face was something
halfway between amusement and curiosity.

He blinked several times and willed
her to vanish.She didn’t and when his
eyes stayed closed too long on blink number three she toed him in the ribs
again.Groaning he roller over and
forced himself shakily to his knees.That’s when item number four crowded into his consciousness.His head fucking hurt.He was about a dozen feet from the dining
fly.Dew glistened on the matted grass
and made his skin and clothes clammy.That explained the cold part.

He was just working up a good mad
at Carl and Jenny for leaving him outside when he spotted his brother sprawled
half in and half out of a collapsed lawn chair.Carl’s mouth hung open and he snored sporadically.Rachel stood looking at her father, one thumb
in her mouth.Arron shook his head then
dropped to his hands and spewed the sour contents of his stomach onto the
ground.Lena
jumped back with a ‘eww gross!’.Rachel just smiled and giggled.

By the time Lena
had tortured her father back into the land of the living Arron had stoked up
the fire and had a pot of coffee bubbling away.Carl lumbered up to the fire and burned his hand twice before he shakily
poured a cup.After downing most of the
contents he grunted at his brother and shambled off to the privy.

With the novelty of the drunks
passed the girls clamored for breakfast and then started a makeshift game of
tag.Arron watched them play and thought
of what he and they had done.For a
second the enormity of it crushed down on him but the feeling passed as quickly
as it had arrived.There had been little
sex between them since Avery. He’d fingered them each off a few times but had
refused to let them service him.

Part of the reason was fear,
Arron’s fear at nearly being found out.Part of it was also a return of the guilt.It had snuck in on the coattails of the fear
and nagged and gnawed at him in quiet moments.The girls seemed to sense his mood and were perceptive enough not to
push.Lena
of course knew the cause but Rachel went along as quietly.He shook his head, life went on, and it had
to be fed.

He burned the bacon but managed to
get a semblance of breakfast ready.They
fed the girls then he and Carl tucked in
themselves.By the time Jenny rolled out
of the tent the two brothers felt at least remotely human.

Jenny didn’t normally get as drunk
as the men did and was quick to rub it in the next morning.This time she had matched them drink for
drink and was clearly paying the price.She took the ribbing the men dished out and the giggling of the girls
with the ill grace of the truly hung over.After taking care of her toilet she slumped at the table and downed
three cups of scalding black death before allowing a plate of runny eggs and
overcooked bacon to be shoved under her nose.

By mutual consent there would be no
house work that day.The din of hammers
was just something not to be borne in the present state.They went down to the spring and soaked the
poison from there pores for an hour or so then traipsed back to camp.

Arron climbed in his truck and
drove out to the old tractor shed.The
contents were as they had been left after the great snake hunt, still covered
in their tarps.The remains of the
former denizens were still there as well but had by now been reduced to scattered
bones.He walked up to the house and
came back with a push broom and a shovel.He swept the old slab clean then got down to the icky business of
mucking out the grease pit.There were
lots of bones as well as the remains of scores of tiny eggs mixed in with
aromatic black muck.He shoveled it all
out and flung it into the woods then made several trips to the house for water
and washed both the pit and the floor down.

He pulled the tarp from the old
tool box then attacked the exterior with spray cleaner and paper towels.It took most of a bottle and a roll but in
less than an hour he’d cut through the layers of grime to reveal an attractive
oak chest with tarnished brass reinforcements and fittings.The old cabinet had its share of battle scars
but was in almost remarkable condition given what it had been through.

He pulled open the drawers and
started in on the tools.They were
removed and laid out on the slab.The
spray cleaner proved inadequate to cut the ancient grease and grime that caked
some of them so he drove back to camp and liberated some of Jenny’s dishwashing
liquid and a box of fine steel wool.

The tub they had used for mixing
mortar proved to make an acceptable wash tub after the dried cement was pounded
out of it.He scrubbed and then dried
all of the old tools.The metal parts
were then treated to a buffing with steel wool to knock off the surface rust;
none were really badly pitted, then oiled.The wood handles were heavily wiped with lemon oil.

With the drawers empty Arron cleaned
them out.There were some bits of paper
but most of it disintegrated.He did
manage to salvage a hand written receipt for an exhaust valve for a Studebaker
truck.It was dated 1936.

Once everything had dried Arron
replaced the tools in the box and drove back to camp for lunch.

Carl accompanied him on his return.While the younger Winters
watched with interest Carl grabbed a handful of wrenches and climbed down into
the grease pit.The old tractor was
almost perfectly positioned which was good since they didn’t know if it would
even move.The bolts holding the pan on
came off readily enough and he lowered it and its cargo of semi-liquid black
goop to the floor.There was no rust in
the lower end of the old engine.He gave
each of the four connecting rods a health push-pull.There was no play, the old babbits were
tight, better and better.He sprayed the
bearings and everything else in sight with penetrating oil then the brothers
pulled the old engine cowling.

Three plugs came out with out much effort
but the fourth was stubborn.Arron was
tempted to put a breaker bar to it but the image of stripped threads in a
cylinder head that had not been manufactured in three-quarters of a century
stopped him.He settled for spraying the
offending plug with the penetrating oil and then finished the can by spraying
generous amounts into each of the three accessible cylinders.

That night they again toasted
themselves in the spring then Carl and Jenny slipped out, managing to indicate
they wanted some quality time to themselves.Arron saluted them with a half empty beer can and then eased down till
only he was neck deep in the roiling water.The girls were playing at the far end and his mind drifted.

His first indication that something
was up was a too silent silence.This
was broken by a giggle from behind just as he began to take notice.Before he could turn his head a pair of trim
wet thighs slid like smooth, warm rubber past his cheeks.Lena had
climbed onto the rock he was using for a headrest and deftly mounted his
head.She leaned over, bringing her
upside down, pixie face into view and kissed him on the forehead.“You need to shave uncle Arron, you’re
prickly.”

“I’ll get right on it.”

She giggled, “You can do it
later.Right now,” She pushed on his
head, lifting her weight off his shoulders and athletically pivoted 180
degrees, deftly rotating the split softness of her smooth, bald pussy into view
before his face, “eat my pussy.”She
dropped her slight mass back onto his shoulders as his hands came up to support
her tiny, taught bottom.

He was faced with the perfection of
her smooth, little twat just an inch or so from his mouth.Dewy drops of water beaded its perfect
plumpness.The perfect little lips of
her fuzzless split peach were slightly open and there
was a definite odor of child arousal.

Arron sighed and his cock shifted
and began to lengthen.He leaned in and
deposited a chaste kiss on her slit.He
backed off and contemplated a moment then went in again.He let his lips slide over the perfection of
that baby twat before slightly opening his lips and applying suction.He slowly opened his lips wider, keeping up
the vacuum till he was sucking her entire six-year-old pussy into his mouth.The taste of little girl cunny began to
overpower the lingering flavor of beer as her passion increased.

When his tongue came out to trace
her slit Lena moaned and pushed herself at his face.He began to knead the compliant tautness of her sexy bottom as his mouth
got more into making love to her pussy.

Fuck she was sweet.He spread her lips with his tongue and
speared into her inside.Her lack of a
hymen allowed him to push in till the root of his tongue hurt from the extension
and he did.

Lena
squealed and pushed harder against him, mashing his lips against his teeth as
she tried to get him deeper.The honeyed
warmth of her passage pulsed tightly around the invading member, the sliding
passage so restricted and impossibly smooth that he had to pull out and do it
again.

The child began to breathe heavily
as he began a slow, deep tongue fuck of her intimate place.Each exhale was followed by a little squeak
and her hands curled in his hair and began to gently pull, urging him on.

His fingers had been roving her
bottom now one trailed into her crack and began to circle the smooth perfection
of her little pink nether entrance.She
squeaked again at this and pushed at him harder.

He pulled his tongue from the
sucking depths of the child’s twat and licked the smoothness of her lips before
sucking one lip into his mouth and gently biting it.Her screech trailed off as his tongue started
questing for her tiny clit.He found the
fleshy protuberance of her hoot and rolled it around till he felt a hardness
like a grain of sand.He pushed at this
and battered it with a series of rapid tongue flicks.The small child went berserk, pulling at his
hair and humping his face.

When his tongue again slid deep
into her pussy and his finger slowly pushed into her ass a keening shriek split
the night and her sexy little thighs convulsed around his face as she came.

Arron sucked the small amount of
secretions from her cunny then eased the limp child down into the water.She was so out of it he had to support her
head to keep it above water.While he
waited her to recover he peered into the night beyond the hissing lantern and
hoped her outburst didn’t bring Carl prowling.

Rachel had stood to one side with
her thumb in her mouth and gently swayed as she watched her uncle molest her
older sister.Now she moved up and tried
to tug her sister out of the way.The
four-year-old wanted her cookies too!

Rachel’s insistence seemed to help Lena recover faster.The older child weakly fended off her younger sibling and then
grudgingly moved aside.She dropped down
in a shallow area with all the grace of a dropped sack of potatoes.She may have been mobile but her expression
still said ‘TILT’.

Rachel wasn’t in the mood for
style.The child simply stepped up and
straddled her uncle’s face.Again Arron
had a puffy, bald child pussy in his face.Rachel still possessed a goodly amount of baby fat making her little
slot even plumper than her sisters.At
the moment it looked juicer too, the split halves gaped and moisture glittered
in the pink darkness within.

He started on her much as he had
her sister and from her squeals and groans she was appreciative.She had something different in mind however
and pulled away after only about thirty seconds.Balancing with her knees on his shoulders she
gently pushed his head back till it rested on the rock then reversed herself
and gingerly lowered her plump, round, and oh so soft bottom to his face.Little Rachel wanted some butt love!

He gripped her by the waist and
began to lick and nip at her tiny, full cheeks.So soft and fleshy was her bottom that he could suck portions of her
sexy little ass into his mouth.This he
did where said portions were treated to various indignities at the ‘hands’ of
his tongue and teeth.The tot
alternately cooed in pleasure and squealed in outrage depending on whether it
was the tongue or teeth doing the molesting at the moment.

Only when he had liberally covered
the child’s cheeks in saliva and teeth marks did he snuffle his way into her
cleft and start to rim her little ass.His tongue circled the tiny opening then skipped over it several
times.Rachel grunted at each contact
and tried to wiggle onto the intruder but each time he skipped away.

He heard a splashing and felt Lena crawl into his lap.She knelt with her knees on his thighs.A second later Rachel gurgled and lurched as her sister began to feast
on her pussy.

With Lena
at the front Arron relented and pushed his tongue in the back.Rachel cooed as her uncles tongue pushed into
the humid tightness of her bottom.He
pushed in deep, the muscles of the 4-year-old’s rectum resisting each
millimeter of progress.When he bottomed
he wriggled his tongue and then slowly pulled out only to drive in again.

Rachel began to rock back and
forth, trying to alternately fuck herself on her sister’s tongue and bugger
herself on her uncle’s.She was
squealing and moaning constantly now, unable to take much of the abuse she was
getting.

The two molesters sped up.Arron held his tongue at full extension and
began to bounce his face off of Rachel’s sexy butt.He held the child by the waist and fucked up
into her with his mouth.Lena picked up on this and intensified her own
attack.

The end came quickly; Rachel’s legs
came out of the water and stuck straight out, the muscles almost jumping in
their tension.She gave an almighty
squeak then went silent except for a spittle spraying buzz as she came and came
and came.

When she finally came down she
crumpled like a wet rag.Arron gently
lifted her off of his face and eased her into the water.He bathed her face and caressed her coltish
legs as she began to slowly come around.

Arron though it time to get back
but the girl’s insisted he get his.They
led him out of the spring where they then knelt in the loam of the forest floor
to either side.What he then got was a
bizarre and highly erotic double blowjob.One child would lean in and take him as deep as she could, if that was a
full stroke, down the throat that was fine.If the angle was wrong and his throbbing dick ended up clogging a
choking gullet that was fine too.In any
case the mouth came up and off and the other sister leaned in to try her
luck.Back and forth they went; his iron
hard dick changing mouth’s every stroke.

The sensation alone was amazing but
the visuals were mind blowing.Watching
the two children at his feet trading his cock like seasoned whores soon had him
nearing his peak.Arron looked for the
guilt and it was there.So was the
realization that getting a blowjob from a child was the most erotic thing that
had ever happened to him and that he had two ready to suck anytime,
anywhere.That thought alone sent him
over the edge and he started to spray with his cock in Lena’s
mouth.The six-year-old swallowed three
pulses then pulled off to let her cock sucking sister have her share of
steaming spunk.

The next day they got started on
the shingles.It seemed bizarre roofing
a structure that still had no siding on it but they talked it out and decided
that once the roofing was in place they would have something that would keep materials
at least moderately dry walls or no walls.Besides, they were in the mood for something different.

The felt went on fast with new
super dooper staple guns they had bought.The guns weren’t electric or pneumatic, in fact they had no power source at all other
than human muscle.They still had no
problem sinking a staple flush into fat green pine.Since any tree that had been in the way had
ended up as grist for the mill a few of the boards were a little harder.They still had no real problems however; the
worst they found was one dark board that the guns would only sink about half
the staples flush in.The offending
staples got a few whacks with a hammer.

By noon the felt was on and
trimmed.They had a lunch of Irish stew
with way too many seasonings, a Jenny experiment, then got back to work.A lazy hour was spent with a chalk line then
the shingles started on.The plan had
been to secure these with roofing nails and a supply had been purchased.The staple guns were doing so well though,
and were so much faster, that they decided to try them for the shingles as
well.Before the mosquitoes drove them
off at dusk they had about half of them on.

After supper Arron grabbed a
lantern and headed down to the old tractor.The penetrating oil had worked its magic and he managed to free the last
sparkplug.He got a generous dollop of
the wonder lube into the cylinder then covered the old Fordson back up and
joined the others at the spring.

That night the girl’s were given
generous helpings of hot cocoa then sent to bed.After a suitable interval the adults
adjourned to Carl and Jenny’s tent for a little three way acrobatics.It was after two when Arron finally got back
to his own tent.He found the children
naked atop Rachel’s sleeping bag.Lena’s head was pillowed on her sister’s thigh while one
of the four-year-old’s hands was still entangled in
the older girl’s hair.Both were covered
with goosebumps from the chill.He debated pajamas but finally just stuffed
them in their respective bags in the raw.

Since the roof geometry was so
simple, no valleys, gables or anything else to complicate the installation,
they easily had the remaining shingles on by noon.After lunch they policed up the roofing
debris then began to discuss the siding.

Standard siding boards had a step
milled into one edge to allow the upper board to lock over the one beneath
it.They were using rough sawn lumber
and had no way to create such a step.There was some discussion about routing them in but that would have
meant a massive amount of work, not to mention the electronic lives of about
four to five of the hobbyist grade routers the home center carried.

The final decision was just to
start at the bottom and overlap the boards clinker
fashion without benefit of a step.That
would require careful measurement and attention to the fitting if small errors
weren’t to multiply into major headaches a few courses up but that was table
stakes.

The discussing and gesturing had
eaten several hours so they decided to get started in the morning,

There was still plenty of light
left so Arron wandered down and tinkered with the old tractor for a bit then
headed through the woods for some more exploration.He reached the old Buick they’d discovered on
their previous recon and headed downstream.He hadn’t gone more than a few dozen yards when something caught his
eye.He clambered down the bank and
pulled some brush aside.A concrete
footer, half buried in the silt spanned the width of the stream.It disappeared into either bank.A little more investigation revealed that
some of the moss covered ‘rocks’ scattered about were actually chunks of
concrete.There had been a dam
here.It had either been deliberately
destroyed or given way during a flood at some time in the past.

He stepped back and examined the
area upstream.He mentally filled in the
confines of a good sized pool the structure would have created.He grinned and headed back toward camp.He’d been thinking it would be nice to have a
cool place to splash and play during the summers. Soon it would be hot enough
that the waters of the spring would be a trial rather than a treasure.They had no cold spring and damming a creek
involved more officialdom than buying a good used atomic bomb.If you could prove there was a pre-existing
structure you were simply restoring however the red tape fell away.

They were again getting low on
groceries.The men didn’t want to cut
into the house construction (and Arron did not want to go back into Avery, not
yet!) so it was decided that Jenny would take the girls and make a victual run
the next day.She raised her eyebrows at
several things that Arron added to the list but took the slip of paper and his
check card without protest.

That night Arron finger fucked
little asses and ate little pussies to two pre-teen orgasms.He then jacked off into Rachel’s tiny mouth
and watched the girls kiss his cum back and forth.

Jenny left the next morning as soon
as the men had transferred their tools from the Ram to the F-150.As soon as she rattled out of site the men
mounted up and headed to the house.

It was slow, slower than
expected.They stapled roofing felt to
the studs as a vapor barrier, that went quick, it was the last thing that would
do so that day.Several times boards had
to be pulled back off after post installation measurement showed them to be too
high or too low.After the third such
they huddled and decided to start using the chalk line to mark the
overhang.That worked well with the
straight boards but much of the green lumber had warped since it was cut.The long runs of the siding made this a real
issue.They used the straighter ones and
set the really crooked ones aside for other uses.

They had just gotten into a stride
when they exhausted the supply of one inch thick boards.The mill was coaxed into life and they ripped
lumber till noon.

Lunch was a bachelor’s feast of
baloney sandwiches and beer.Miraculously they still had some ice so at least the beer was cold.

It was after dark before Jenny got
back, she had a bed full of supplies, a speeding ticket and a very bad
attitude.Several cold ones cured the
attitude, though good natured razzing about the ticket might have delayed this
for a beer or two.

Toward the latter part of the
evening a now mellow Jenny was sitting on Carl’s lap with Rachel on her
knee.Jenny dropped her head down and
nuzzled her daughter’s raven hair.She
must have said something because the child looked up at her mother and smiled.They shared a giggle then Rachel settled back
against her mother’s stomach.

A moment later, Jenny managed to
catch Arron’s eye.She gestured downward
where she had lifted the front of the child’s nightie
to her waist, baring her daughter’s plump, bald twat to the lecherous gaze of
her pedophile brother-in-law.Rachel
added fuel to the fire by sticking her finger between her lips and finger
fucking herself.

Arron’s dick hardened like a length
of cold iron.It wasn’t the view.While stimulating in itself
he had seen Rachel’s sexy little pussy on numerous occasions.It was the way the view was presented and
where.Jenny was displaying her own
daughter’s bald cunt to a child molester while seated in her husbands lap.Fuck!

Mother and daughter shared a giggle
at his discomfiture.Carl hugged them
both and shot a crooked grin at his brother, the silliness of the female of the
species…If only he knew.

Over the next week they planked
like crazy.They were averaging a little
less than half a wall a day.That meant
there was just one wall open when the fresh food and ice again gave out.Arron was ready to go into town this
time.His days had been filled with
grinding work and his nights with bald kiddy pussy and ball draining kiddy
mouths.He needed a break.Besides, the nearly two weeks without a
police cruiser climbing the mountain had gone a long way toward easing his
anxiety.

They stopped at the ranger station
long enough for Arron to inquire about rebuilding the dam.He was given a handful of forms and told to
return them along with pictures of the structures remains if possible.They then lit out for Avery.

They were in town by early
afternoon.Jenny didn’t have any extra
shopping to do so they dropped her and the girls at the motel then headed for
the home center.This time they were
interested in insulation and drywall.They looked at the big rolls of fiberglass batting, sheets of styrofoam and finally at big bales
of cellulose, the latter was actually shredded and treated newsprint.They liked that, it was more environmentally
friendly than either fiberglass or styrofoam
but it took a special machine to blow it into the walls after the wallboard was
up.The store had the machine for rent
but the logistics of getting it and then getting it back while working out the
timing of it all weighed against that option.They finally decided on the fiberglass.

At Arron’s suggestion they also
visited the electrical department.Several large rolls of romex as well as a huge
contractor’s box of plastic outlet boxes went into a cart as did a big breaker
box.There was no power available to the
property but Arron had thoughts along those lines.The wiring and boxes would be easy to install
now though and a cast iron bitch to retrofit later.The additional expense was only a few hundred
dollars, an investment well spent if they did eventually come up with some kind
of power arrangement.

They picked out the door hardware,
knobs, deadbolts and the heaviest hinges they could find.They’d actually considered pre-hung
doors.It would have been easy but it
went against the ethos.Besides, those
on display were either plain or ugly; the good stuff all had to be ordered.

They’d wisely trimmed out the
window openings to take standard size glass so it was only a matter of picking
a style.Arron’s philosophy was that a
window was a window so they grabbed the cheapest ones they could get with a
brown frame.

At the loading dock they burdened
the Ram with insulation and sheet after sheet of drywall then headed back to
the hotel to pick up Jenny and the girls.Supper was breakfast at Denneys.Carl was all for going to the drive-in again
but he didn’t look that disappointed, or thankfully suspicious, when both his
wife and brother quickly begged off.

It was still a little cool for the
pool, at least for the adults.Lena and Rachel however donned suits and charged in.There were several other children in the
water and the two Winters girls had soon made fast friends.Arron watched this with some apprehension but
apparently Lena had learned her lesson in
discretion and communicated it to her sister as well.

They stopped at a discount store
the next morning and Arron bought a cheap digital camera.They then hit the grocers.So full was the truck with building supplies
that most of the food had to go into the cab.It was a cramped ride back.

While Jenny and the girls put the
food away the brothers drove to the house and began to unload the truck.The insulation and drywall were piled in a
back corner, as far away from the open wall as they could get.

“Could”, Arron answered.He damned well knew he wasn’t
enthusiastic.Still, they needed to get
something done.

The stood in silence a further
moment the inspiration came.

“We could bake in the fire
places.I’ll bet the clay’s good and dry
by now.”

Carl perked up at that.“Let’s check!”They trooped up the stairs.The upper fire places had been the last ones
built.They poked and prodded but the
joints seemed good and dry.They
exchanged a grin and a nod.It was
always good to combine work and fun when at all possible.

Carl went to get Jenny and the kids
while Arron started piling up bits and pieces of lumber.There was plenty of that.Mill scrap, odd cutoffs from the flooring and
planking, there was a lot and it was lying all over.

The Ram clattered back and the
remainder of the Winters clan pitched in.With Jenny and the girls gathering lumber the
brothers began laying the fires.A
little paper and some shavings were piled in each of the four fire places then
some bigger stuff placed on top.When it
was ready they were lit together.

The fires caught quickly.Arron and Carl took the second floor fire
places, Jenny and the girls handled the lower ones.They had to feed them and keep feeding
them.They needed the fires hot, hotter
than they would ever get in actual use and keep them that way for several
hours.The goal was to set the clay, firing
it into a strong, weatherproof ceramic.

The fires got hot and then hotter.Arron was pleased to feel a warm breeze
coming from the gap between the outer and inner liners.They were supposed to work that way,
circulation by convection but he’d had a few doubts.

It was a lot of work, keeping the
voracious flames fed, the blast furnace heat didn’t help and soon they were
sweating profusely.Jenny had it the
worst.As soon as the sweating started
her ‘help’ decided this wasn’t fun any more and opted out of their
contract.At least she didn’t have to
haul wood up the slope and a flight of stairs.

At dusk flames were shooting
several feet out of the chimneys and the fires were sucking with a dull roaring
sound.The kept at it, shoving in the
wood for nearly an hour after full dark.Arron then called a halt and they mopped sweat and watched the fires
wane and then finally, begin to die back.

When they had died back enough
Jenny produced a bag of marshmallows. The girls had great fun burning the
little confections to a cinder.

“I’m for a bath, any takers?” Carl
asked.

“Yep, me”, Arron answered.

“I’d like one too but…”She motioned to the girls who were both
flagging badly.Rachel had already
curled up on the hard planks and was sound asleep.Lena was
still upright but she was blinking and swaying.

“Hell”, Carl said, “Just wash the goo off and put them to bed then we’ll go down.They can have a bath tomorrow.”

That sounded like a plan.Lena
protested her lack of tiredness all the way to the truck, then
fell asleep in the two minute ride to camp.

Arron tucked them in, taking the
liberty of pulling their little girl panties down and kissing their little
twats then backed out of the tent and joined the other adults for the walk to
the spring.

They did more than bathe of
course.What started as a splashing
contest evolved into a grope fest and then morphed further into a three-way
fuck with a squealing Jenny held out of the water by four strong arms while two
hard cocks pillaged her pussy and ass.It was the first time they had tried this particular perversion and all
pronounced it thoroughly enjoyable.

The brothers got to work early the
next morning they cleaned out the fireplaces then examined them and the
chimneys.The liners and joints had
cooked hard and their were no cracks.They were pleased.They started planking and before lunch had
half the last wall up.They had
hamburgers and canned beans for lunch and got back at it.They actually might have finished but a late
afternoon thunderstorm blew in.They
moved all of their tools to shelter then stood in a doorless
doorway and watched the rain and lightning.

They visited the spring but only
for a brief cleanup then adjourned to the dining tent for a supper of pizza and
beer; the girls had to settle for the root variety.

Arron sat up drinking with Jenny
and Carl till late so the girls were asleep when he finally reached the
tent.Lena
he noted, seemed to have learned something about discretion, at least they were
both in their sleeping bags.One night
he had come in and found them both sleeping naked on top of his bag, still
locked in the 69 position.When he’d
asked Lena what would have happened if their
father decided to look in on them before turning in her hand had flown to her
mouth and her eyes had gotten very big.

The next morning they started a
side project before returning to the house.Pine needles, brush and scrap wood were piled on the dozen or so large
stumps that made the ride to the house so bumpy.These were then fired.Jenny and the girls used Arron’s truck and
played combination fire Marshall
and fire bug, keeping the fires burning but making sure they didn’t get out of
control.Just in case Jenny took a radio
and Arron and Carl had the other.

With the fires going they got back
to planking and, despite having to coax a balky mill to rip more boards, had
the last wall solid by ten or so.They
had a beer and wasted thirty minutes patting themselves on the back then
started hanging windows.As was to be
expected there were fit problems and a dozen times Arron cursed himself for a
fool for not buying the four dollar bundle of shims the home center sold.He’d reasoned that they had enough wood to
make there own, and they did, but having to ferret out the right pieces and
whittle and carve them turned a several hour job into a daylong affair.They got all the windows in but it was full
dark with a dew on the ground before they finally
loaded their tools.

The fires on the road had been
allowed to die back hours before but the coals of the stumps still glowed
sullenly as they picked their way around them.

Everyone else went to the spring
but Arron was tired and not really in the mood.He saw them off then resorted to a sponge bath.He helped himself to a baloney sandwich then
stripped off and went to bed.

He hadn’t been in his bag long when
giggling voices and a bouncing light announced that the girls at least were
back.They tumbled into the tent with Lena proudly proclaiming how her mother had trusted her
to get them back on their own.Of course
by now there was a well worn path and the children certainly knew the way.Rachel simply nodded, “Mommy and daddy wanted
to baff some more.”Arron suppressed a grin, he figure he knew what his brother and
sister-in-law were doing and it had little to do with bathing.

Lena
opened her robe and let it slide to the tent floor.She was bare beneath, not even a pair of
panties covered her lithe form.Rachel
giggled and followed suit.“Now we want
‘gasms.”

Arron groaned and sat up, throwing
the flap of the bag aside.The girls
stood to either side of him.He put an arm
around each set of tawny calves then slowly slid his hands up, past the hollows
of their knees, over the impossibly smooth, soft perfection of their thighs and
onto the pillow softness of their butts.Both were still slightly damp and their flesh felt cool to the touch.

He caressed their asses for a bit
then let his fingers slide into their bottom clefts.Rachel giggled and Lena
moaned when he began to toy with their little assholes.He circled and tickled then pulled away just
long enough to wet his fingers before sinking one digit deep into each child’s
bowels.

Their bottoms sucked hotly at his
fingers as his hands sodomized them.He
pulled them in closer and kissed and licked first Rachel’s and then her
sister’s bald cunnies as he kept finger fucking their bottoms.

They were getting into it, both
pushing back onto his fingers and alternately pushing forward onto his tongue
when it was their turn for some oral molesting.

About five minutes of that was all
Arron could take.His dick was an iron
bar.He pulled his hands free and opened
the bag wider then yanked his shorts to his knees.

“Rachel baby, suck my dick”, he
croaked.“Lena,
eat her bottom.”

They had both been disappointed by
the loss of his fingers but both eagerly moved to comply with this new
play.Rachel dropped to her knees then
waddled forward.She bent and licked her
uncles bobbling cock a few times before sliding the hot ring of her lips around
it.Lena
shuffled in the shadows more sensed than seen but Arron knew where her tongue
was when he felt her four-year-old sister moan around her mouthful of
prick.

His hand tangled in her short raven
hair and began to urge her to greater effort, gently pushing down as his hips
rose to spear his cock into her hot, wet mouth.Lena kept up her sisterly butt loving
and from the squeaks and squeals that Rachel was puffing around his throbbing
dick she was really pulling out the stops.

Rachel climbed her peak
quickly.Soon she was twitching and
wiggling too much to properly eat cock and just let it rest in her mouth as she
squeaked and moaned around it.

Arron eased her head back till his
cock popped free then gently pushed Lena
back.Rachel moaned in frustration when
her sister’s tongue slid from her little asshole but that changed to a squeak
when her uncle bodily picked her up.

He rolled the child into a ball
with her knees the either side of her face then hoisted her into the air.Lena helped
stabilize her then they both moved in.Arron ate her bald pussy while her sister sent her little lapper again
worming into that tight baby ass.

Whatever ground the pre-school
child had lost she quickly made up and she was soon a
quivering mass of nerves racing toward orgasm.When she came she shrieked her pleasure to the night.Arron winced and hoped that her parents were
still at the spring.

They tucked the youngest Winters
into her sleeping bag then crept outside for a look around.All was still quiet.Arron turned to go back into the tent but Lena stopped him.The child dropped to her knees and started to blow him under the
stars.Whatever powers of protest he had
were soon lost to the hot tightness of her sucking mouth and the caressing of
her agile tongue.His hands tangled in
the softness of her blond mane and he moaned her name as pulse after pulse of
steaming cum shot into her mouth only to vanish down her throat.

Lena
wanted the favor returned right there so he ate her there, out in the
open.She shoved her fist in her mouth
to muffle her own noises of passion.When her thighs finally tightened around her uncles cheeks a blob of
bobbing light was just visible as it made its way through the woods toward the
camp.Giggling they stole back into the
tent and were soon fast asleep.

At breakfast Jenny was calmly
buttering a slice of toast when she asked.“What did you do with the girls last night?We heard one of the scream all the way to
the spring.”She smiled at him as she
took a bite, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

The dew still glistened when the
men attacked the burned out stumps with axes and hoes.Most had burned to at least flush with the
ground, two actually low enough to leave holes, only
one stump still protruded enough to cause problems.The charred material was chopped away then
spread and the holes were filled.They stacked
more wood around the last stubborn hold out and set it alight.Once again Jenny drew the job of fire marshal.

Carl and Arron were both coated
with a fine dusting of ash.By mutual
consent they walked to the spring and had a quick rinse before returning to the
house site.

“What now?”Carl asked.

Arron lit a cigarette, “Well I was
thinking about starting on the doors.”

“Makes sense to me.”

“If we get them hung today we need
to start on the inside walls.”

Arron had some ideas about the
doors but had not actually thought them fully out.He grabbed a pad from the truck and the
brothers sat on a log while they talked and sketched.What finally emerged was your classic frontier
cabin door, a layer of planks with the ‘Z’ style cross bracing.Carl had wanted a window but that
extravagance would have added complication and seriously weakened the door, not
to mention the fact that they had nothing to make the window from.

The sat up some saw horses and
started to fabricate two doors side by side.The planks were cut, laid out then butted together.The cross bracing then went on.After the holes were drilled the mating
surfaces got a thick coat of waterproof glue then carriage bolts and nuts bound
it all together.

Arron had secretly expected to be
done by noon.That was optimistic.The doors only took a couple of hours to
build but the trimming, framing, hanging, shimming and hardware installation
ate the rest of the day.The house had
two doors, both would open inward to accommodate screen doors, it was the back
door, the one facing down slope toward the demolished tractor shed that
presented the real problem.A porch and
stairs were planned there but at the moment it hung over a twenty foot drop.That meant the entire installation had to be
done from inside.They finished that one
by lantern light.They tried it several
times then promptly nailed it shut to appease Jenny.She hadn’t even seen it yet but both knew how
she’d react to that first step.

The next morning they had to
un-nail it to get the varnish on.Both
doors got a coat, without it they would swell so tight they’d be impossible to
open after the first rain.

The inside walls would actually
have been far easier before the roof went on.They’d been in a rush to get something weather tight however, now it was
time to suffer for there hurry.The
boards had to be carried in, stick by stick, and the walls built in place.Arron insisted on doing the second floor
first.It was going to be the biggest
bitch in any case but having to haul it’s planks through the framed maze of the
lower floor would have made it far worse.It was bad enough as it was.The
studs could be carried through the house but the long boards for the floor and
top plates had to be hoisted up and fished through a window.

It was hard work, made no easier by
the fact that summer was coming on and they were now working in a closed,
un-insulated box.Even with the doors
and windows wide open it was a sauna inside and frequent breaks were
required.

They were three days into it when
ice was again required.Jenny took the
Ram and the girls and clattered off while the brothers trudged back to the
sweatbox.

They were just finishing off the second
floor when the Ram rumbled back, it’s bed laden with unstowed groceries and one industrial sized pedestal
fan.They put the latter to use right
away and finished the remaining two hours of the day in relative comfort.

That night after a supper of store
bought fried chicken and a good spring soak Arron fingered and ate two
rambunctious hellions to delicious cums then jerked
off into a six-year-old’s waiting mouth.

The next morning Carl’s cell phone
rang during breakfast.He wondered off
to take the call but they could still here him arguing with someone on the
other end.When he came back he was
grumpy.He wasted no time

“I’ve got to go to New York again.Those incompetents fucked something up!”

“When?”,
Jenny asked.

“They want me there on
Tuesday.There’s a meeting then I have
to sign more damned papers.”He looked
up from scrambled eggs.“You don’t have
to go this time honey.”

Jenny bit her lip.“No, I’ll go.”She hooded her eyes and giggled.“Maybe I’ll do some shopping, go to
Fredrick’s, pick up some things that sleepy little ‘ol Avery doesn’t offer.”The emphasis she put on ‘things’ set both men’s hearts to beating a
little faster.

It was currently Saturday, Carl and
Jenny would have to leave Monday that meant it was time to get some work
done.The got to work framing up the
inside walls on the lower floor.The big
fan really increased the comfort level and they were soon into a groove.

In layout the house would have a
kitchen, a large living room and a generous general workroom on the lower floor
and four bedrooms on the top.There
would be a bathroom on each floor as well.There would be no closets.By
consensus they’d decided to go back to the old way, storage would be in
cupboards, chests and dressers.It had
been Jenny’s idea, it seemed more ‘quaint’.It also simplified the framing.

The fewer rooms on the lower floor and a generally more open layout let
then finish the framing by late Sunday afternoon.They had an early spring romp then while Carl
and Jenny began to pack Arron dug out the camera he’d bought and wondered off
to take a score or so of pictures of the old dam site before the light failed.

That night Arron was invited to a
three-way.The girl’s had to fend for
themselves as the brother’s conspired to fuck Jenny into a squirming pile of
protoplasm.She didn’t seem to mind
much.

After breakfast Arron gave Carl the
camera and asked him to get some prints made.Then husband and wife mounted up and headed down the mountain.When the clatter had died away Arron got his
own keys and headed for his truck.They’d transferred the tools the night before. “Come on girl’s.Let’s get to work.”A giggle from behind him caused him to
turn.Rachel was just stepping out of
her panties.Lena
was already naked.He sighed and willed
his dick down.It was going to be a long
several days.

He spent an hour wondering through
the house using a carpenters pencil to mark the location of power outlets,
switches and light fixtures.Twice he
had to ward the children away from the ‘door to nowhere’.Finally he gave up and again nailed it shut.

He nailed a length of scrap between
two studs on an interior wall of the workroom then muscled the big breaker box
into place.After making it fast he
started installing the switch, outlet and fixture boxes.These went quickly.All he had to do was make sure they were
flush with the studs and straight.They
even had their own built in nails.

He had just finished with the
bottom floor and was heading up the stairs with an armload of boxes when a
sight stopped him cold.Rachel was on
all fours atop a pile of sawdust.Her
sister’s face was completely hidden by the pillowy
lushness of her little white butt.Her
eyes had already started to glaze and a little sliver of saliva drooled from
her mouth as her bottom was lovingly reamed.She sighted Arron and merely opened her mouth wide.

He groaned and dropped his burden
then stepped up.He dropped his pants
then fell to his knees before plugging the four-year-old’s
mouth with dick.She gave him a lazy
fifteen minute suck that got him close but not over before she herself
succumbed to her sister’s tongue and collapsed.Lena finished the job, sucking him off
and then vacuuming every drop from his cock.

When he picked up the boxes and
finally headed upstairs the older child was trying to revive her younger
sibling by giving her mouth to pussy resuscitation.

It took only an hour or so to
finish installing the boxes.He then
fired up the generator and got out the drill.Drilling the studs and pulling endless lengths of Romex was a bit slower
but he got a good start on the first floor before lunch.He then rounded up his naked charges and they
rode back to camp for sandwiches and Kool-Aid, the latter left orange and blue
rings around the girls mouths, each to their
flavor.When they headed back to the
house this had already been metamorphosized into
orange and blue little bald pussies.The
little trollups were insatiable!

Arron planned the wiring runs to
minimize the amount of wire needed, and thus the amount of work he had to
do.Still, there was a lot of wire.Each bulky gray cable fed three, four or
sometimes five boxes.Each had to be
then routed up, through holes drilled in the second floor joists and down to
the breaker box.It was then on to the next
run.It was twilight when he finally
finished the lower floor.

The girls, worn out by an
unaccustomed opportunity for all day sex, had been asleep for several
hours.They were in a corner, atop a
balled up tarp, cuddled up in each other’s arms.He gently woke them and half guided and half
carried them to the truck.

They ate fairly well,
even though the fare was simple then they headed for the spring.The water completed the revival and within
minutes they were screaming and romping.Their libidos’ had recovered as well.

He was washing Lena’s
soft back when there was a swirl in the water and a dark head surfaced between
the older child’s thighs.He caught one
flash of white teeth then Lena moaned as the
youngest winters applied mouth to sisterly pussy.

The older girl’s hands stroked her sister’s
hair, “Yeah, like that Rachel, suck the goodies out of me.Oh, get your tongue inside my….my…PUSSSSYYY”
The last was nearly shouted as little Rachel drilled deep.

She leaned her head back on Arron’s
shoulder.“I love how Rachel sucks
pussy.She’s real good at it and she
really, really likes to do it!”

Arron nuzzled her neck while
keeping up the slow massage of her soft back.“So do you.”

Lena
giggled.“Yeah, she’s got the sweetest
little cunny.‘Course I love her butt
too.The way she squeezes my tongue when
I’ve got it all the way up her bottom makes my cooter all hot and wet.”She twisted her head about and met her
uncle’s lips with her own in a chaste buss.“I like sucking your dick too.I
think I’m going to want some here soon and I want you to really fill my mouth.”

Rachel pulled off her sister’s
cunt.“You drank the last cums he had.I wants it this time!”

“Well you could have had it.You were just too slow about it.”

Rachel popped a thumb in her mouth
then yanked it back out.“Can’t go fast with you eating my butt!”

“You have before!”

“Couldn’t this
time!”

“Could too!”

“Could not!”

Arron decided to intervene before
the argument got out of hand.“Girl’s
that’s enough.You have to learn to
share.”He kissed Lena
again.“She’s right you know.If she wants it it’s her turn.”He felt faintly ridiculous mediating an
argument over who got to eat his spunk but it was damned erotic too.His dick was already hardening against Lena’s soft bottom.

The older girl giggled; maybe she
felt the silliness of it too.“Okay, but
I get to suck some.”She gently reached
out and pulled Rachel’s thumb from her mouth.“Right now I don’t want you to share Rachel, you can have it all.”So saying the put her hand to the back of her
sister’s head and pulled the elfin little face back into her cunny.“Eat my pussy!”

Little Rachel must not have had any
objections; she went right to it in either case and brought commendable
enthusiasm to the task as well.

Something, maybe a noise, maybe
only a stray breeze caused Arron to turn his head and gaze at the bank behind
him.What he saw froze his blood and
made his incipient hardon wilt like a soggy cornflake.

A blonde wraith, made silver by the
filtered moonlight, stood on the bank.She doffed her robe and hung it on a branch.Feeling his gaze she raised a finger to her
lips in a gesture for silence then slowly began to ease into the water.

She moved with admirable stealth,
raising hardly a ripple as she ghosted up behind Arron.A moment later Jenny whispered into his
ear.“Are we having fun?”

When he made to respond she shushed
him, “don’t talk, watch and enjoy”, she whispered.There was the smallest of swirls and then she
was gone.

Lena
had again leaned back against Arron’s shoulder and closed her eyes.That meant that only Arron saw the girl’s
mother stealthily surface behind her youngest. Her hands slid around the
four-year-old’s thighs, lifting the child from the
spring floor and spreading her legs.

Rachel, used to this treatment
merely cooed into her sister’s soft sex and kept eating pussy.Jenny tossed her hair back over her head then
descended to plant feather light kisses all over the shapely white bottom
before her.Her tongue followed her lips;
she lathed the child’s cheeks before licking the length of her cleft.She licked it again, going deep then
deeper.When she hit bottom she moved
forward till the tip of her tongue found the smooth, pink little dimple of her
daughter’s ass.She poked at it a bit,
gauging the resistance then pushed inward, forcing the sphincter to open and allow
her access.

Four-year-old’s
are not known for cognitive reasoning but Rachel was bright for her age.While she was enjoying the yummy bottom
molesting she was getting it finally occurred to her that the numbers did not
add up.She was still tongue deep in
Lena pussy so it wasn’t Lena in her
bottom.Lena
was sitting in their uncle’s lap so it wasn’t uncle in her bottom.With the lack of concern only the young have
it didn’t really distress her that a stranger was tongue fucking her ass, she
was curious though and with a flexibility also born of youth pulled her tongue
from her sister’s gooey twat and twisted her neck nearly 180 degrees.

“Mommy!”,
she shrieked, perhaps a bit in alarm but mostly in joy.“Mommy’s here and she’s
got her tongue in my butthole!”

That got Lena’s
attention.Her eyes flew open.She was older than her sister and a measure
more mature, she also had a recent example of the problems a lack of discretion
could cause.All this meant she
registered her mother’s presence before her mind processed exactly what her
mother was doing.Despite recent
whispered intimacies and giggling confessions her reaction was fright.

“Mommy!” Lena
shrieked, mostly in alarm and very little in joy.She covered her sex and pushed Rachel back,
anything to distance herself from the fact that her baby sister had been making
a meal out of her cunny!“M..M..Mommy”, she stuttered,” we
were just having a bath!I promise!”

“Oh really”, mommy purred.“And I guess Rachel was just making sure the
inside of your cute little pussy was clean.”Without waiting for a response she went on.“That’s okay though.I was just checking your sister’s bottom.Now I guess I’ll check her little pussy too!”

She spread Rachel wider then, after
a last lap at her sweet little ass, descended to taste baby daughter pussy for
the first time.

Rachel goggled then spoke, “M…M..Mommyyou’re..your’re…”Giving up she turned to Arron.“Mommy’s eating Rachel’s pussy”, she whispered fiercely.

Arron had yet to recover himself
and was still formulating a response when Jenny pulled her mouth from her youngest’s bald little goody hole.“That’s right baby and when I’m done I’m
going to eat your little pussy too if you’ll let me.”She kissed Rachel’s ass then addressed the
child.“Speaking of eating pussy don’t
you have a job to do?”Her mouth went
back to the child’s cunt while a hand gently pushed her face into her sister’s
cunny.

Lena
moaned when her sister resumed her snack but her little mind was still trying
to get around the fact that her mother…her own mother wanted to eat her pussy!

So was Arron’s cock.His incipient hardon had returned with a
vengeance.He had a lot of questions but
at the moment they could fucking wait!With a gentle touch he turned Lena’s still wide eyed face and sealed his lips to
hers.His tongue slipped into her mouth
but it was long seconds before she began to respond.She couldn’t ignore the stimulation she was
getting for long however and soon she moaned into her uncle’s mouth and a small
hand slid out to pull her sister in tighter to her randy little cunt.

Their position was awkward so Arron
and Lena slipped off their perch and let Jenny
stretch out little Rachel on her back.The child’s mother then lifted her daughter’s coltish legs and placed
them on her shoulders before diving back in for more baby pussy.Arron diddled Lena
and they kissed some but mostly they watched Jenny molest her youngest child.

Jenny upped the ante, literally
devouring her offspring’s tasty little girl slot.True to her own words Rachel was soon
rocketing to a fantastic cum.She
shuddered and shook then went noodle limp.

Jenny seemed shocked by the power
of the child’s climax.She gently
lowered the thin, shapely legs and backed away.“She said it felt good but I didn’t know she could actually cum”, she
said softly to no one and everyone.

Arron, more used to Rachel’s
orgasms, rushed forward and rescued the child just as she was sliding into the
water.“She tends to pass out when she
has a good one”, he explained to Jenny.

He gently laid Rachel out on one of
the ‘couches’ while Jenny sized up her eldest daughter.With the surprise gone and the passion banked
if not sated there was an awkwardness between them now.Jenny licked some of Rachel’s juices from her
lip then bit her lip.

“Lena
honey, can mommy….can I suck your little pussy.I’d really like to.But you can
say no.You can always say no.”

Lena
bit her own lip, she was nervous but just the thought of her mother wanting to
suck her set her to tingling.She
finally jerked a nod.Arron gently
stroked Rachel as Jenny led her eldest to the stone and helped her up.They kissed for a bit, Lena
again showing shock when her mother’s tongue entered her mouth.Jenny stroked her daughter’s smooth, soft
skin as their lips caressed each other.In a bit Lena’s tongue came out to play
and banked fires were stoked up again.

Jenny pulled away from her daughter’s
mouth.“You are beautiful baby, and
very, very sexy.”She turned and looked
at Arron.“It took me a while to realize
that.”Turning back to Lena
she kissed the child’s eyelids.That
earned a giggle.She then kissed her
nose and the hollow of her throat.She
slipped up the delicate line of the child’s left jaw then kissed the dainty
shell of an ear before running her tongue inside.That got a squeal.Her lips slid back down and left another row
of kisses across the graceful neck before sliding up to give equal time to the
other ear.

Slowly, lovingly the woman worked
her way down her daughter’s body.She
kissed and licked the flat chest, teasing the nascent nipples then slid down
the soft belly to play in the child’s belly button.

Avoiding the flushed, swollen
little cunny Jenny kissed her way onto Lena’s
leg then spent some time loving the soft, sensitive flesh of her left, inner
thigh.She moved to the knee and lifted
the leg to get to the delicate hollow behind it.She moved down the child’s shin then kissed
her way onto a foot.When she reached
the toes she licked between each pair then sucked each tiny digit into her
mouth for a bit of sucking.

She moved to the other leg and
worked her way back up, her oral exploration soothing yet immensely
erotic.By the time she was again near Lena’s crotch the little girl had lost whatever
reluctance she had possessed.She was
moaning and twitching.She was ready for
mommy’s mouth on her pussy and she was ready now.

Rachel had returned to the land of the living
and together she and Arron watched as Jenny worked her way around her older
daughter’s sex, kissing and teasing.Lena was no longer passive.Her hands grasped her mother’s blond head and
tried to bring face to pussy while her lithe hips swiveled and gyrated in an
attempt to bring pussy to face.She was
panting now and each time Jenny avoided the prize the child released a small,
frustrated mew of disappointment.

After a further minute of teasing
Jenny relented and allowed herself to be reeled in.Both mother and daughter groaned in passion
as hot, wet tongue slid over hot, slick child cunt.

Lena
was perhaps a tad more sensitive than Rachel because of her more advanced age,
that was a small thing though, she also been through a prolonged, sexy buildup
that had been denied the younger child, and that was no small thing.In less than a minute she was squeaking and
hunching her mother’s face.In two, her
head was back and inarticulate sounds emerged from her mouth as she writhed in
passion.

Jenny kept pace, ramping up her
incestuous, oral abuse to match her daughter’s level of arousal.Another twenty seconds finished it, Lena convulsed and screamed her cum to the night before
her eyes rolled back in her head and she slipped from the conscious world.

“Wow”, Rachel said softly into the
sudden silence.

While Lena
recovered they talked for a bit.When
confronted Jenny sheepishly admitted she had been pumping her daughters about
the sex they had with their uncle, and each other, ever since that memorable
day she caught them all three together.At first she was simply gathering information but almost from day one
there had been a titillation factor as well.That built week by week; many times she had frigged herself late at
night while imagining her face between one of her lovely daughter’s slim thighs
or one of their pixie faces between her own.In the beginning that caused guilt the next morning and not a little
resentment toward Arron for leading her mind and fantasies down that path.She’d watched her daughters and discreetly
grilled them while the men worked.They
were unhappy and subdued; there was little doubt of that.The picture that finally came together though
was that they were unhappy about being caught having sex with their uncle and
the consequences of that, namely no more sex.At no time did either child express even the least remorse about the sex
itself.Her libido raged hotter and the
guilt faded into the background.

When she suggested the girls go
back to sleeping with Arron she had expected the orgy to ramp back up but from
her daily interrogations found it hadn’t.This had both relieved and disappointed her.There had been relief in the confirmation
that her brother-in-law was not in fact a lecherous fuck just out to take his
own pleasure from her daughters.There
was disappointment however in that there were no new tales of pedophile
debauchery to set her fingers dancing in the wee hours.

When she had satisfied herself that
the children dearly missed their nighttime amusements she’d prodded Arron again
and only then had he risen to the occasion, she giggled as she pronounced
‘risen’.

After a bit she had started
suggesting things for the girls to try, like swallowing the whole length of
their uncle’s cock.Their reports on
that front had kept her in cums for a month.The girls had never told that Arron had
wrangled her part in that from them and she was surprised to learn it.She glanced at Rachel and a still recovering Lena but neither looked particularly contrite.

She went on, “After a bit I
realized that I wanted more.I realized
I wanted in on the deal.I was convinced
that you weren’t harming them by having sex with them nightly so I reasoned
that it would do no harm if I joined in.Several times I though about trying to seduce the girls while you and
Carl were off working on the house but I always chickened out.When Carl got that call Saturday I saw an
opportunity.I let everyone, including
Carl think I was going to New York
with him then once we were on the road I changed my mind.I told Carl that I really didn’t need to go
and I felt bad about leaving you with the hellions so I dropped him off in Beckley and drove
back.”She grinned, “Ta-da, I couldn’t have timed it better.”

“You left the truck at the bottom
of the hill again didn’t you?”

Her grin widened.“It worked once before.At least it isn’t stuck this time though.”

Lena
had by now fully recovered and was propped up on elbows examining her well
chewed cunny.Jenny smiled and leaned
down and kissed it then bussed her daughter’s nose.“I’m hotter than a firecracker but what I’d
really like to do now is watch my darling daughters suck some hard pervert
dick.”She grinned at Arron, “Would you
happen to know where we can find one of those.”

Within seconds Arron was seated and
the two girls were at work.They were
doing the tradeoff thing, each one bobbing once or twice then letting her
sibling have a turn.They were aware of
their audience and really hamming it up as a consequence.

The audience in question was most
appreciative.Jenny was soon hissing and
moaning as she stimulated her own tits and pussy.She did find the breath to cheer her
daughters on though.

“Oh yes babies, suck that
dick.Take it all the way down Rachel;
take it into your throat!That’s it,
suck the cum out of your uncle!”

When Rachel, pumped by the motherly
coaching, tried to keep possession of her uncles dick for a third and then a
fourth deep suck Lena pulled her free with a ‘hey!My turn,” then proceeded to eat three-fourths
of her uncles throbbing cock.Jenny
moaned at the way her neck bulged as the dick slid into her throat.

“Oh yes baby, you’re only six and
already an expert cocksucker.Show your
uncle what a blowjob is!”She was now
sawing three fingers in and out of her gushing pussy.

Rachel cried foul on Lena’s fourth swoop, a real deep one that left her
uncle’s pubic hair tickling her nose.“No, fair!”She yelled then
tugged her sister clear by her blonde tresses.

The youngest child took a deep
breath and then pounced.Arron’s dick
slid into her mouth and kept sliding; inch by inch the cock vanished till her
lips were smashed against her uncle’s hairy abdomen.Her mother gawked and even Lena
seemed impressed.On the next stroke she
went one better and her little tongue came out to bathe the upper third of a
nut with four inches of pervert dick in her four-year-old throat.

It went on, the two girls traded
off till their uncle was a gibbering wreck.The intervals when they switched off cooled him just enough to deny the
next pre-teen felatio artist a mouthful of pungent spunk.His cock was bleeding pre-cum, it trailed in
long strands from both girl’s mouths and literally dripped from their chins.

Arron’s groans and puffs set the
girls to giggling and they rivalry was forgotten as they decided to see just
how long they could keep their uncle on edge.Jenny joined the fun and egged them on till she decided that her brother-in-law
had had enough.

She went to work faster on her own
pussy then said.“Rachel baby, finish
it.Eat his cum.I seem to recall hearing it was your turn.Do it baby.Make him cum in your cocksucking mouth!”

Lena
withdrew with good grace and Rachel went into high gear.Her head bounced as she let three-fourths of
her uncle’s cock slide back in forth in her tight, silky throat.After a half dozen strokes she began to
swallow and Arron moaned as her esophagus massaged his dick.She kept it up and the moan was choked off by
a rather unmanly scream as his long denied cock began to fire pulse after pulse
of cum into her mouth and throat.Jenny’s voice joined his as her simmering cunt boiled over and she
dissolved in a fantastic explosion of an orgasm.

They all were getting an advanced
case of the wrinklies so they adjourned to the camp.Arron built up the fire and they sipped cocoa
and the girls tormented marshmallows.Afterwards little fingers pried Jenny’s legs apart and Arron slowly
jerked his cock as Lena and Rachel ate their
mother to another searing cum.When
she’d recovered from that one Arron pulled her to her knees and, in the
firelight, mounted her doggy style.Her
daughter’s watched with voyeuristic joy as their mother was royally fucked.

They all slept together in Arron’s
tent that night though sleep is a relative word.Jenny couldn’t get enough of her daughters
and caressed them with hands and tongue till the very early hours.The girl’s were up to it and lovingly
returned the favor till all finally collapsed from exhaustion.

When Arron finally arose the next morning it was to find breakfast on
the table and Jenny leaning against it.Her short skirt had been rucked up onto her
back and her youngest daughter was hungrily rimming mommy butt.Her little face was nearly completely buried
in the crack of her mother’s trim, sexy ass.Her head twisted slightly from side to side and growling noises escaped
from between her mother’s cheeks.Lena stood naked on one bench, holding her mother’s busy
mouth to her bald little cookie with both hands.

Food forgotten, Arron climbed onto
the tabletop.By crouching just a bit he
was at the perfect height to feed the six-year-old his hard morning wood.It was an intense little before breakfast
orgy that had the three on the receiving end cuming together.Afterwards Arron and his eldest niece
shoveled in the scrambled eggs while Jenny orally raped the pussy and asshole
of her youngest.

Arron climbed in the Ford and drove
out to the house.He got started on the
upper floor wiring.This was the hardest
part because instead of going up the walls the runs had to go down through the
floor.That itself
wasn’t any harder but having to go downstairs to do the horizontal run to the
breaker box was.The stiff romex inevitably caught on things or jammed in the box so
each separate circuit required multiple trips up and down the stairs.The task wasn’t made any easier, at least
initially, by his aching bladder.He
reminded himself a dozen times to always piss before sticking his dick in a
child’s mouth.It was nearly an hour
before he could go!

He heard the Ram clatter up about
around noon but the expected company did not materialize.He was on a long outside wall run, cutting
the romex and pulling it into each box.It was about fifteen minutes before he
finished the wall and started shoving wire down the hole in the floor
plate.He headed downstairs to start the
horizontal pull.Still not seeing any
side of Jenny or the kids he went to a window and peered out.

Jenny was leaning on a sawhorse,
legs spread wide.She wore only a well
filled T-shirt.Her daughter’s were
front and back beneath her, Lena was eating
ass and Rachel was dining on her mother’s shaved pussy.Jenny had her eyes closed and slowly caressed
her breasts as she was expertly serviced.

He shook his head, fought down his
cock, and got back to work.Ten minutes
later the three ladies bounced happily inside.Jenny was now fully clothed and bearing a bulging picnic basket.Lena was
struggling with a big thermos jug.Rachel proudly brought up the rear with a checkered tablecloth.

They sat up above the house and
were soon digging into roast beef sandwiches, macaroni salad and sweet
coleslaw.All was washed down with
copious quantities of lemonade.

Hardly had the last crumb been consumed
and the last belch (Rachel’s to her giggling delight) been issued when the
girls were tugging on Arron’s pants.Jenny reclined and watched her daughters pull their uncles shorts down
and expose his stiffening dick.

Lena
vacuumed it in while Rachel peeled out of her own skin tight shorts and stepped
up, thrusting her own glistening little prize in his face.

“It’s so sexy watching them do that.They clearly
love doing it.”

Arron kissed Rachel’s smooth little
cunt.“Which part the sucking or the being
sucked?”

“I think they like both”, Jenny
answered as she wiggled out of her shorts.

Lena
pulled off his throbbing cock with a pop.“Yeah, I love sucking your dick.”She giggled at the naughtiness of her own words and returned to her blow
job.

Lena
sucked cock and Arron ate immature pussy.After a bit Jenny oozed forward and start rimming Rachel’s little
ass.Molested fore and aft, the
four-year-old was soon rocketing to a cum that left
her unable to stand on her own.The
taste and feel of her little twat in orgasm tipped Arron over and he flooded Lena’s mouth with cum.He groaned with each hot pulse and fell back exhausted with the
last.Lena
stayed with him, gently nursing till he went soft in her mouth.

When he finally pulled up his pants
and staggered back to work Jenny had turned on Lena
and was giving her a not so motherly tongue bath while Rachel twitched in the
opening stages of recovery.

He worked until dusk and managed to
get about half of the second floor wiring in.He got back to camp to find a good stew bubbling away and two proud
little girls almost completely covered with flour.They’d made a pie, crust and all and though
they’d had motherly supervision they proudly proclaimed that the actual
execution had been all theirs.

Both were good, the pie crust was
on the lumpy side but it was still tasty.They then gathered up robes and towels and headed for the spring.

Getting clean was the first order
of business and the water was soon frothy with soap, shampoo and not a little
flour.Jenny took Rachel and Arron took Lena.Together they
scrubbed clean two ragamuffins who were perhaps more interested in play than
hygiene.After a short but intense
conference that involved only facial gestures and eye movements the two adults
reached an agreement and without warning the children were scooped up and
tossed toward the far end of the spring.They landed in the deeper water in a welter of limbs and came up
sputtering and vowing revenge, incidentally doing a pretty good job of rinsing
off in the process.

Jenny and Arron took care of their
own bath while the children sulked then dutifully conspired to lose the
splashing war that followed.

Mollified the kids decided they now
wanted a different form of play and the adults weren’t really that averse
either.

Jenny played master of ceremonies
and the guest of honor was Arron.He was
led to the shallows and made to recline in only a few inches of water.Jenny then picked up her youngest and
deposited the child cunt first on his face.She and Lena then went to work on his
cock, mother and daughter licking and sucking together.

Arron fidgeted a bit then
concentrated on the sweet, soft, hairless little pussy that was against his
lips.He gently began to lap at the
smooth lips as his hands slid up the child’s sexy thighs to cup her round
little bubble butt.He weighed each
cheek then began to delve into the cleft between them.Rachel cooed as a fingertip found and began
to circle her little ass.That was
joined by a delighted squeak when his tongue finished its external
reconnaissance and pushed between her lips and into her tiny vagina.He licked his way to her hymen then quested
up till he found her minuscule clitoris and beat up on it a bit.

Jenny and Lena
had abandoned his cock, at least for the moment.Jenny had brought some scented bath oil and
the two squirted a generous portion onto their prostate victim and began to
massage it in to his chest and lower legs.It wasn’t particularly erotic but it felt wonderful.Arron concentrated on baby pussy and idly
tried to guess who was who.After a bit
he decided it Jenny massaging his calves, the hands felt a tad large.He wasn’t really sure though.

Rachel wanted a better view herself
and abruptly stood, pulling her uncles tongue from her cunny and his finger
from her bottom.She reversed herself
and Arron got just enough of a glimpse to find out he was right about his
masseuses before the round whiteness of a perfect four-year-old bottom
descended to block the view.

The youngest Winters liked this
position.With just a twitch of her hips
she could line up either her drooling little pussy or her itchy little bottom
hole over her uncle’s hungry mouth.She
couldn’t seem to decide which hole she wanted molested the most so she switched
at rather short intervals.

The twin massagers were closing in
on his crotch.Jenny had reached his
thighs and Lena’s little hands were slipping
and sliding over his stomach.She seemed
to like his body hair and gently pulled and teased it as she rubbed the warm
oil into his skin.

Rachel pulled her pussy from his
mouth and slid her round, sexy ass into its place.He flutter kissed her little pink funnel then
began to kiss and suck on her cheeks.His tongue came out and he used it to caress the smooth flesh of her
sweet little butt.

She was disappointed that he didn’t
immediately shove his lapper up her tight butt but at the same time she enjoyed
the wet abuse being visited on her jiggly moons.She cooed and shifted about, presenting
whatever part of her pretty bottom she thought needed to be molested the most
at the moment.

Arron groaned into her ass as his
tormentors at last reached his crotch and added tongues and lips to the work
that nimble hands had been performing.The hot oil went on then hotter mouths followed.He could clearly tell the differences as his
cock slid into one mouth and then another but he was again hard pressed to say
which was which.They took turns blowing
him for a bit then one mouth took up the burden.He was sucked for another minute then that
mouth too vanished.He felt a general
shifting of bodies then a pair of smooth thighs slid around his hips.Above him Rachel gasped and started to say
something but Jenny shushed her.A
moment later a smooth softness began to caress the head of Arron’s cock.

His head was stroked three times
then a hand grasped and held him upright.An exquisite tightness slowly slid over his cock head.He distinctly felt it as the soft heat
snapped over the rim of his helmet.There was a pause then the grip slowly began to slide down his
shaft.A groan came…a child’s groan.

Immediately Arron grasped Rachel
and lifted her from his face.The view
that greeted him was of Lena with a good third
of his cock in her little pussy.Her
mother massaged her miniscule clitoris as they kissed.

He sat Rachel aside and reached for
her sister.“Damn it Jenny she’s too
small!”

The sexy mother intercepted his
hands.“She doesn’t think so, does she
look like she’s about to double over in agony?”

Arron looked at Lena;
the child’s face was tense.It was plain
that she was having some discomfort but she didn’t look on the verge of
tears.She smiled at him.“It’s ok uncle Arron.It’s not that bad.It feels like I’ve got a real big poo but its in my peepee instead of my bottom.”She actually giggled, “and it’s going in
instead of comin’ out.”She relaxed her stance slightly and another
inch of dick slid into her underage vagina.“Ooooh!”

Jenny kissed her eldest again.“Take it slow baby, don’t take more than you
can handle.”

Lena
bit her lip and nodded.Her face was a
study in concentration as a little more slipped inside.She took that and then a fraction more then
at Jenny’s urging pulled up till just the head was in.Arron groaned as her velvety tightness slid
up his shaft.

Having established her limits the
child began to slowly fuck her uncle under her mother’s watchful tutelage.In just a few minutes her legs began to tire
so Arron gently cupped her bottom and struggled first to a sitting position and
then, slowly to his feet.Lena moaned as the movement pushed his dick deeper, and
rubbed and pushed it against her insides.

He turned and sat her on the rock
then waited a bit while she readjusted to the new position.He started slowly, just gently rocking but in
a minute he was gently fucking two inches of hard dick in and out of the
six-year-olds hairless cunt.

They fucked for a further ten
minutes but neither got off.For Lena the cause was likely the discomfort and the slow
pace of the stimulation.In Arron’s
case, though what he was doing was pistol hot, his concern for the child served
as an inhibitor, that and the fact that she was really too damned tight!

He pulled out and Rachel swallowed
him nearly too the balls.The
four-year-old bobbed and slurped for a spare ten seconds then her adam’s apple bobbed as she ate his load.Arron stroked her hair as his balls emptied
then looked over at her sister.Jenny
was comforting her daughter with her head between her thin thighs.The way the little girl stroked and pulled
her mother’s hair it was plain she didn’t object to the comforting.

They had a final scrubbing to rinse
the oil off then adjourned to the camp.There all had a round of hot cocoa.Afterwards Jenny rimmed Rachel’s hot little ass and after applying a bit
of Vaseline convinced Arron to try putting his recovered dick up the little
girl’s bottom.It was obvious to Arron
that the fucking was Jenny’s fantasy, not that of the children.Still, they seemed intrigued by this new
perversion and Arron did not believe Jenny would let her libido lead her
children to harm.Again he didn’t come
but Rachel did, of course that probably had as much or more to do with her sister’s
tongue in little coo as it did her pervert uncles cock in her bottom.

Arron was up before the others the
next morning.He silently fixed himself
a cold breakfast then slipped off to the house.He had some thinking to do.

All morning he pulled bent and
wrestled wire.Jenny must have known he
needed some space because he was not disturbed.

He worked through lunch and
finished the last of the wiring rough in around two.He went back to camp for a quick bite.Everyone was dressed and there were no
extracurricular activities.He excused
himself quickly and drove back to the house.

The next task would have been
insulation and wallboard but that was really a two man job so instead he drove
down to the, now open air, tractor shed and pulled the tarp from the old
Fordson.

He’d sprayed down the head bolts on
his last visit so he decided to try them.The old bolt heads were so corroded that the correct size socket just
rounded them off.He tried the next
smaller size but it wouldn’t fit.He
solved this with a hammer and one by one the head bolts surrendered.

A few taps from the hammer and the
head released its grip.He pulled it
off, about half of the gasket came with it but that was to be expected.He looked at the cylinders.They’d been sealed off by the plugs all these
long years and had only a minimal dusting of surface corrosion.There was no noticeable step at the top of
the cylinder.That was surprising.He’d seem some where you could lift the
engine with your fingernails.The lack
of such here meant cylinder wear was minimal.

He went to the tool box.As he remembered there was a steel stamp kit.

He went beneath and marked the first rod and its cap
‘1’.He then broke the bolts.They spun out easily and he removed the
cap.He applied pressure to the bottom
of the rod and the old piston ‘slooped’ up and out of
the cylinder.He climbed up then pulled
it and its rod up and out of the engine.As he’d expected the rings were stuck.

He repeated
the procedure on the remaining cylinders then placed the pistons into the
purloined mortar tub head down.The
prescription at this point was kerosene but they had none.He substituted gasoline from the five gallon
can in the truck.He poured in enough to
cover the rings grooves then a little more.Finally he covered everything up and drove back to camp.

Supper started out subdued; perhaps Jenny was
having second thoughts as well.However,
two sexy little hellions had had enough of subdued.When Arron stated that he was ready for
desert, and reached for the Jell-O that Jenny had made, Lena
pushed the bowl out of his reach.She
pushed his plate aside as well and dropped her little butt down in its
place.The little first-grader then
pulled her tiny denim mini above her hips showing all present that panties were
not part of her attire.“I’m still too ouchy down there for more fucking uncle Arron but I bet my peepee makes a pretty good desert.

The
presentation was irresistible.Instantly
hard, Arron dropped his face between the child’s thin, shapely thighs and began
to love her pouting sex with his lips and tongue.She grasped his head and used it and her
mobile hips to direct his lapper to whatever needing lapping the most.After a minute of that she ordered him to
stick his tongue inside and go as deep as possible.He couldn’t refuse and was soon tongue
fucking his sexy niece as her little ass slid around in a pool of spilled
gravy.It wasn’t long before she pulled
him in tighter and moaned her pleasure to the night as her cum stole over her.

Jenny and
Rachel had sat through the show but now the woman picked up her youngest and
placed her on the table.She began to
strip the child, throwing each article here and there as she peeled it off.When Rachel was naked save for her frill
socks her mother rolled her over then positioned her on her hands and knees
with her bottom facing the edge of the table.Mommy then spread her daughter’s baby fat butt cheeks and bored into the
squeaking child’s rectum.She tongue
fucked ass for a bit then went lower and orally molested pre-school pussy.She began to nip and bite, using her teeth to
grasp one plum little labia then the other and pull and worry them.Soft growls exited from deep in her throat as
she tried to devour her daughter’s pussy and sexy round butt.

Arron
groaned and moved around behind the woman.In one stroke he pulled her shorts and panties to her knees.He was lining up his cock with her dripping,
shaved twat when Lena darted in ahead of
him.The six-year-old shoved her face
between her mother’s cheeks and rimmed her savagely.Jenny’s bottom rotated and fluttered like a
flag as her tiny daughter orally sodomized her.

After a bit
the child pulled out.Jenny’s asshole
was visibly distended and glistening with saliva.The child licked her mother’s butt flavor
from her lips and looked at her uncle.“Do mommy’s bottom, I want her pussy.”So saying she sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth and gave a couple
of bobs to get him wet then ducked beneath the bench and fastened like a
lamprey onto Jenny’s drooling twat.

Arron
groaned again, that display alone threatening to make him cum.He squeezed his wet cock till the crisis
moment passed then lined up and pushed into Jenny’s ass with one long, steady
push.

The night
sounds of crickets, whippoorwills and distant frogs were for a while
overwhelmed by grunts, groans and squeaks as the eight legged orgasm machine
spooled up.Rachel, Jenny and Arron
managed to cum almost together with Lena’s
busy fingers in her own twat putting her only a second behind.Afterward they all lay exhausted and silent,
only the occasional ‘oooh’ or ‘aaah’
came from Jenny as Lena sucked her uncles cum
from her mother’s butt.

They
trooped down to the spring but the previous activities had pretty much done for
the adults.They cuddled and kissed
while they watched the children enjoy a languid 69 that left then both drained
and sleepy.

Jenny
headed out to pick up Carl the next morning.At Arron’s urging she took the children with her.He enjoyed their company but his balls ached
and he knew that if they stayed there would be more work done on his cock than
on the things that needed doing.

He tried to
boot his laptop but the batteries were dead.He could have driven over to the house and used the generator but he
didn’t want to listen to that racket.Finally he found the 12 volt adapter and plugged it into the lighter on
his truck.He sat sidesaddle in the seat
with his legs out the door as the machine came up.

It was slow
going, a cell phone makes a shitty modem but it does work, but after a bit he
found an old tractor enthusiasts site with a link to full pdf
files of Fordson service manuals.He
scrolled down the list till he found his model and spent thirty minutes
downloading the entire file.Leaving the
computer plugged in he then drove out and parked alongside the old relic.

Thirty
minutes with calipers, micrometers and one truly ancient T-gage confirmed a
hunch.The lack of wear in the old
cylinders had puzzled him.Why had the
old beast been parked?He now knew that
the engine had been bored oversized then had a set of standard sized rings
installed.When he’d pried one from its
piston and put it in the cylinder the end gap had been four times the maximum
allowable.When the incompetent and probably
long dead mechanic had finally fired the old machine up doubtless it had
produced more smoke than power.At that
point he’d given up in disgust.

He scrolled
down the pages of charts.If he needed
oversized pistons he was screwed.He
finally found what he was looking for.The oversize was within limits for standard pistons.He did need bigger rings though.He went back online and surfed a bit
more.Finally he found a site that had
0.040 oversized rings, those would do.He ordered them as well as a carburetor kit and sparkplugs.As he was getting ready to check out he
noticed they had water pump kits and ordered one of those as well.He input his check card information and gave
the ranger station as a delivery address.That wouldn’t be a problem.His
vagabond lifestyle had long ago forced an agreement between him and the
bank.He’d had to sign a dozen forms but
he could have put the moon down as an address and they wouldn’t have balked.

He spent
another two hours with wd-40 and various wrenches and managed to get the
radiator, water pump, starter and generator off the old machine.He loaded these in the truck and then covered
everything up and drove back to camp.

He paused
only long enough to change his oil and grease soaked shirt and headed down the
mountain.

He was in Huttonsville shortly after noon.He had lunch at a small tavern where the
entertainment consisted of a toothless old codger with a banjo.He’d never cared for that instrument but the
old man’s gummy grin and the catchy, fast paced tunes grew on him and he left
with a smile on his face.

He found a
phone booth, they were getting rare these days, the cell phone was driving them
to extinction, and looked through the book.He noted addresses and after a bit of driving managed to find the
radiator shop that was in the book.

The bearded
young man in the grease stained coveralls took one look at the old tractor’s
radiator and whistled.“Where did you
get that old codger?Model-T?”

“Close, Fordson tractor.”

The man
whistled again then retrieved a light with a long flexible body and peered in
through the neck.“Man it is shot.I’ll hafta
completely recore it.”

Arron’s
asshole puckered at that.“How much?”he asked with some trepidation.

“Oh, bout a hunnert and a half.You can pick it up day after tomorrow.”

The auto
electrical shop was only one street over but the luck was not so good
here.The portly, graying man behind the
counter took one look at the generator and the starter and shook his head.“Wouldn’t even know where
to start son.My pappy might have
known how to get them critters apart but he’s long gone.”He pushed the box containing the starter and
generator back across the counter.“You
get ‘em apart I can check the windings for you.Won’t charge for that.Might even be able to rewind them but I’ll
have to look at ‘em first.You need any parts, brushes and stuff or
maybe bearings you bring the old ones in and we’ll try and match ‘em up.”He shrugged,
“Sorry son, best I can do.”

Arron
left and found a parts house.He bought
several cans of carburetor and electrical spray cleaners as well as three feet
of radiator hose and a 6 volt battery.The latter was meant for a golf cart but should work.He also picked up a small portable multimeter.He started
to buy the cheapest one on the shelf but after thought grabbed one that could
handle up to 240 VAC as well.They might
need it for the house.He had a private
chuckle at that.‘There aint a power line in fifteen miles but I’m worrying about
trouble shooting the wiring.’

He stopped at the grocer and picked
up some fixings then headed back.He
arrived several hours before the rest of the brood.By the time the Ram clattered up the hill
stuffed pork chops, twice baked potatoes and fresh bread steamed on the
table.To his chagrin Jenny climbed out
of the truck with a large takeout bag brimming with Chinese.She paused for a moment looking from the bag
to the laden table then shoved her burden back into the truck.“Hell, it’ll keep.”

After supper they unloaded the
groceries, including the takeout and got everything put away.They then trooped to the spring.The kids stripped off and waded in, playing
as much as washing.Carl looked at them
with a smile.“I really have some good
looking kids.”Arron and Jenny shared a
look, both agreed with that simple statement.

After bathing they put the kids to
bed and started in on a fresh bottle of Dewers.Normally that was the sign of a night headed
downhill but they moderated their intake and discussed the house and the next
day’s work.Arron was hoping for an
invite for some extracurricular activities but Carl and Jenny were making eyes
only at each other.He withdrew with
good grace and made his way to the tent.The children were both asleep so he tucked himself and his unrelieved
balls into his own sleeping bag and followed.

The next morning they drove out to
the house.Insulation was on the agenda
and both wore long pants and long sleeved shirts.No matter how you looked at it, fiberglass
batting was a pain in the ass, and the arms and legs too.They were strolling through the top floor,
talking and working up to starting when Carl asked a question.

“What are we going to do about
these floors?”

“Huh?”

“Their rough,
right from the mill.What are we
going to do with them?”

“Well I figured we would sand and
varnish them.”

Carl looked about.“A fuck of a lot of
sanding.It’s going to make a
mess too.”

Arron looked around himself then
nodded.

Carl went on.“Wouldn’t it be better to do that before we
have insulation and wallboard up?”

Arron pursed his lips and kicked
himself mentally in the ass.Bro was
right!Arron was used to being the one
doing the thinking where the house was concerned and his sibling had picked up
on something that had slipped right by him.He had enough ego for that to sting a bit.

“Yep.It would.”He grinned at his brother.“I
didn’t even freaking think about that.”

Carl grinned back.“It’s nice not to always be the village
idiot.”

They drove back to the camp.They were just getting out of the truck when
Jenny stumbled from the tent.She looked
flustered but recovered rapidly.When
the children followed a moment later, Rachel still straightening her shorts,
Arron figured he knew what had been going on.He was going to have to have a word with Jenny about discretion.Luckily, Carl took no notice.

They explained things then mounted
back up and headed down the mountain.Once on 55 they pointed the blunt snout toward Avery.They did stop at the Ranger station long
enough to drop off the pictures of the old dam and the forms Arron had filled
out.Arron also explained about the
package he was expecting.The package
was no problem but the portly woman, the same granny type who had been on duty
when Arron had arrived, simply blew out her cheeks as she shuffled through the
pictures.Several were blurry but there
were a number of very clear shots.She
finally admitted that she had no idea what to do with them and asked them to
stop by again on their way back.She was
shoving the entire package in a large manila folder when they left.

The home center in Avery had
several large floor sanders available for rent.The biggest was a huge ride on affair that resembled a small Zamboni and was probably best suited for refinishing the floor
of say the Superdome.The next step down
resembled a floor buffer but had a beefier motor.They rented one of those, paying for three
days and buying several boxes of the sanding disks in various grits.They also bought a five gallon bucket of a
good floor grade polyurethane finish.It
had the advantage of not needing to be waxed.They discussed stains but finally agreed to leave the wood its natural
color.They had planned on picking up a
bunch of the disposable foam brushes to apply the finish but Carl spotted an
airless sprayer with a damaged box on the closeout table.They looked through it, making sure the
damage was limited to the packaging then bought it instead of the brushes.

A surprise was waiting at the
Ranger station.Bobby Weaver was
there.He waved them into the inner area
then pointed out several places Carl needed to sign on yet another form, this
one rather official looking.After Carl
signed as the property owner the Ranger countersigned then affixed a seal.He stripped the carbons before handing Carl
the top sheet.“File that and hang onto
it.Somebody might get nosey enough to
want to see it one of these years.”

“That’s it?”Arron asked.

The Ranger grinned.“That’s it.Try not to flood the forest.Also, the state has the right to inspect the structure every five years
but for small private impoundments where there is no chance of property damage
downstream they never do.Hell, they’re
so understaffed that half the dams they do need to look at are operating on
waivers.I wouldn’t worry none about it.Try
not to lose that there certificate though.”

They got back in time to give the
sander a good test run.After muscling
it to the top floor they mounted one of the coarsest disks and fired it
up.It became plain fairly quickly that
the machine had a mind of its own and that was possessed by demons.The contraption wanted to go everywhere but
straight and if given even the shadow of a change would gouge half moon valleys
in the floor or leave unsightly burns behind.The fact that they had used whatever planks were at hand for the floor
didn’t help much either.The planks had
come from various trees and thus had a wide range of hardnesses.Since the sander handled differently on
hardwood than it did on the softer planks another intriguing dimension was
added to the labor.The shut down at
dusk and repaired to the camp for stew and cobbler.

That night after a quick wash down
Arron abandoned the spring to the others.He strolled back to camp and cleared off a good portion of the
table.Working by a pair of hissing
lanterns he then set to dismantling the starter and generator from the tractor.

He had the laptop set up and
scrolled though the appropriate sections of the old service manuals as he
worked.Working carefully and
methodically he pulled the mechanisms down to the component level.Each part was then taken outside and
liberally sprayed with cleaner before being labeled and put in a box.Once he had them apart he used the multimeter to check the stator and armature windings on
both.To his happy surprise the starter
windings checked out good but the armature winding on the generator showed a
resistance that was way too low.That
was no mystery, the old varnish had broken down through the years and somewhere
there was a short.It was actually a
miracle that they all weren’t bad.He
was still contemplating the offending armature when he heard giggling voices
approaching.He hurriedly boxed the
remaining parts and put everything away.

Jenny had purchased a Monopoly game
at some time in the past.It still had
the shrink wrap on it.It was drug out
and a game started.Arron had never been
real fond of board games but he got into the competition and was soon crowing
and groaning with the rest, depending on his fortunes at the moment.

The game was a bit advanced for the
children and despite coaxing from their mother Rachel and Lena
both did some dumb things and were soon in trouble.It was probably lucky for young egos that
fatigue took them out of play before Arron did.The game staggered on a bit once the children were abed but the sudden
influx of so much available property really skewed the playability and they
quit after only a few more turns.

This night Arron was invited to
join the festivities in Carl and Jenny’s tent and the two men did their level
best over the next hour or so to fuck Jenny into oblivion.The scream she let out as her final orgasm
rolled over her shook the tent.

The next morning at breakfast
Rachel looked up from her cereal and spoke in the matter of fact tone of a
serious four-year-old.“Mommy, can’t you ‘gasm quieter?You woke us both up last night.”

Carl had just forked in a hunk of
sausage and it shot across the table and impacted with the screening of the
enclosure on the far side.Arron had a
mouthful of coffee and sprayed the large platter of scrambled eggs.Lena tried
to snort cheerios and fell to hacking as one actually entered a nostril.Luckily Jenny had nothing in her mouth but
the serving spoon she was holding did tumble to the floor.

Carl recovered first and turned to
his youngest.“What do you know about
it?”There was no anger in his voice but
there was concern, plenty of concern.

Rachel was confounded at the
reaction her question had produced.She
bit her lip and squirmed before replying in a small voice.“You and uncle Arron were sexing mommy and
she had a ‘gasm.It sounded like a big
one.”

Despite herself Lena
nodded at that.It had sounded big.

Jenny stepped in before Carl could
speak again.“They’ve asked questions in
the past dear and I’ve given them a simplified explanation.You didn’t expect them not to notice did
you?”

That was just what Carl had
expected, or at least hoped for.He
licked his lips and looked at his wife.“You should have told me.”He
turned back to Rachel.“Does it bother
you for me and your uncle to ‘sex’ your mother?”

Rachel looked perplexed for a
moment then shrugged; the motion set her dark bangs to swinging.“Uhuh, it makes
mommy happy.”She bit her lip then
blurted her next question.“Is it bad?”

Carl colored and seemed at a loss
for words so Jenny stepped in again.“No
baby, it’s not bad.Some people don’t
think anyone but a daddy should sex a mommy but other people don’t agree.Some people think that anything that feels good
is good as long as no one gets hurt.Me and your daddy think that way.Still, sexing is a private thing that little
girls aren’t supposed to ask about.I’ll
try to be quieter in the future.”

Rachel nodded then grinned.“Ok mommy.”With that she went back to her frosty bears.

Arron mopped coffee and avoided eye
contact with anyone.He marveled that
Jenny could even utter that last bit of hypocrisy.

They got to work on the
sanding.Their previous days
observations proved true and then some.The machine took some serious managing but it cut rapidly and they only
had a few ‘oh shit’ incidents.After
chewing through three of the coarse disks in forty minutes they put an 80 grit on.It was
the difference between night and day.The machine settled right down.It went where it was pointed and did what it was asked.They decided then and there to use the 40
grit only at dire need.

They grabbed only a sandwich apiece
for lunch and kept working.By now they
were down to 150 grit and the machine could almost be
controlled with one hand.One of them
was now sanding while the other kept the shop vac howling in a desperate
attempt to keep the sanding dust at bay.

A fine 220 cut would be there
final.They switched disks,
the Jekyll and Hyde machine seemed almost thought controlled.It was late before the final pass was
done.

They pitched in together and with broom and vacuum managed
to get the last of the dust up by dusk.

Arron
filled a garden sprayer with water then went through the upper floor, wetting
every where.This would raise the grain
and, after additional sanding, make the final product far smoother.

The managed
to sand out the lower floor by mid-afternoon the next day then they went back
upstairs and sanded the raised grain.Carl then wet down both floors while Arron put the tools away.

The next
day was the last on their rental so they started early.They did the second fine run on the lower
floor then Arron took the machine upstairs for the final pass there while Carl
cleaned up and again wet down below.With that done they sat up the big pedestal fan downstairs to speed the
drying.After that they sat around and talked;
only occasionally stopping to check the floor or reposition the fan.

The
conversation ranged here and there but finally the topic Arron had been
dreading came up.

“You don’t
think we’re warping the girls do you, I mean with the sex and all.Shit, I guess I was naïve not expecting them
to notice.I don’t want to be uptight
about it but…well you know”

Arron
nodded and fought down the irreverent urge to tell his brother that if he
wanted uptight try getting his dick up Rachel’s ass.The child’s little outburst had certainly
cooled the passions in camp the last few days.There had been no more three-ways with Jenny and Arron’s contact with
the girls had been reduced to fingering them each to a quiet cum one
night.Rachel had been subdued as well,
he suspected that Lena had scolded her little
sister about her outburst but he hadn’t asked.He wondered what to tell Carl then finally decided to try the truth,
just not all of the truth.

“No, I
don’t think it’s warping them Carl.Children are curious and they notice things.I didn’t know that the girl’s had asked Jenny
about what we did at night but they questioned me a couple of months back.It seems that Lena
got up to pee and heard us going at it.She woke Rachel and they listened outside the tent for a while.”

“Shit!Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I
didn’t and don’t think it was a big deal.”‘At least not nearly as big a deal as some of the other things going on
in these woods’, he thought.Aloud he
continued, “I gave them a little lecture about privacy and private things and
they seemed to take it well.Like I said
they were curious.I told them that it
was an adult thing and they would learn about it when they got older and that
was that.Neither one
of them mentioned it again and I didn’t either.Look bro, it’s not uncommon for children to
hear their parents having sex.Kids
being kids it’s probably not that uncommon for them to ask about it
either.All parents have to deal with
that.The only thing odd here is the
third dimension, me.I think they pretty
much accepted Jenny’s explanation and that will be the end of it but if it
still presents a problem in your mind then the obvious thing to do is cut out
that third dimension.Your wife is one
hell of a hot babe Carl and I’ve enjoyed you sharing her with me but if its
going to create an issue maybe it’s time that stopped.”

“Do you
want it to stop?”

“Are you
freaking nuts?Of course I don’t want it
to stop but I will completely understand if you or Jenny think
it should stop.”

“Hmmm, we’ll
see.Is that damned floor
dry enough yet?”

It was, at
least parts of it.So they put the fan
on the wet parts and started sanding on the dry ones.It was late afternoon before they got it all.

They loaded
up the sander.The gas was getting low
so they loaded the drum as well and headed for Avery.It was just the two of them so they made fast
passage.They stopped in Huttonsville and Arron picked up the tractor’s
radiator.It was complete and had even
been swathed in a fresh coat of Fordson gray.The proprietor handed Arron his receipt and just shrugged off the
thanks.“I had a can laying
around that looked like the right shade.Yall have a nice day.”

They drove
a block and Arron laid the failed armature on the auto electric shop
counter.The portly man frowned when he
looked it over.“Well I said I would do
it if I could.I checked and pops actually
had an old book with the specifications.I’ll have to set up a machine just for this.”His tone made it clear how little he wanted
to do that.

“Would it
help if I kicked in a setup fee?”Arron
asked.

The man
nodded.“It might, it just might.”

They dickered a bit more but they finally agreed on twenty bucks
to set up the machine and another twenty for the winding.He told them they could pick it up in a day
or so.Arron pointedly did not mention
that he would have paid twice that without blinking an eye.

It was only
about forty minutes before closing when the Ram bellowed into the home center
parking lot, scattering birds and timid shoppers.They parked in the contractor lane at the
front and unloaded the machine.They
hadn’t used all of the sanding disks and a clerk, made a bit grumpy by the
hour, gave them a refund on the remainder.The same clerk didn’t want to do the machine check in.Arron simply nodded and insisted on a receipt
for the return.A receipt said the
machine was fine.Grumpy knew it would
be his butt, and money, on the line if he checked in a broken rental.He found the time to do the post rental
checkout.Paper in hand the brothers
went looking for supper and a gas station.

It was
early morning before the truck climbed the final hill and trundled to a stop
beside the still camp.The dew had
settled and everything had an oily film of moisture.The fire was a smoldering memory, the coals
more ash than heat though they did manage to emit a slight pop now and then.

Carl headed
for bed immediately while Arron tarried for a final cigarette.There was something magical about this
hour.It was almost dead silent, only
the distant mutter of the wind in the treetops intruded.Even the crickets had called it a night.

He snuffed
out the butt and unzipped the tent before crawling inside.As he’d expected the girls were long
asleep.He stripped to his underwear and
slipped quickly into his own bag.It was
still early enough in the year for there to be a bit of a chill.

Jenny laid
on a full spread for breakfast.She’d
been experimenting with yeast biscuits for a while and her latest efforts were
big and fluffy.Between them they
demolished the lot, most went to their doom smothered in a really good sausage
gravy.

At the house
they spent several hours with the shop vac and clean rags, once all detectable
dust had been removed the floors were given a final going over with a just
dampened mop.

Arron
assembled the sprayer while they waited for them to dry.The appliance had a hose that allowed it to
pull directly from a one gallon can.With duct tape and a little ingenuity they managed to adapt it to the
larger container.

They
started on the top floor and backed there way to the stairs.The wisdom of doing the floors before the
wallboard went up now became clearer than ever.Despite the package claims the sprayer did have some overspray but since
the studs it was overspraying on were going to be
covered it mattered not at all.

It went
quickly, by ten they were on the first floor and by noon they were done.The sanding had tended to wash out the color
difference between the various woods.The polyurethane brought it back in beautiful contrast.They were both glad they had opted not to
stain.The floors would get a second coat
but they were going to give the base coat a day minimum to cure first.They cleaned the sprayer then drove back to
camp for lunch.

With a rare
free afternoon Arron decided to hike over and inspect the old dam site in
greater detail.At the last minute Jenny
pressed him to take the girls.Doubtless
she and Carl wanted some ‘afternoon delight’ but that presented Arron with a
problem.He really did want to examine
the dam site.He also really did not
want Carl to come looking for him and find his older brother getting a little
‘delight’ of his own.

He needn’t
have worried; the kids were still despite everything…kids.They had never been to this part of the
property and whooped and jumped, hell bent on discovery.Arron’s only problem was keeping them from
breaking their silly, darling little necks.

He’d
brought a note pad and a tape measure.While the children made clay pots from the stream bank he took
measurements and sketched the site.He
turned over a few of the old chunks of concrete and generally moved the remains
around a bit but he didn’t come any closer to finding out the fate of the
original dam.

With the
girls flying about him like loosely connected satellites he made his way to the
tractor shed.The gasoline had loosened
the gunk in the ring grooves of the pistons and he managed to pry all of the
old rings off.He scrubbed the grooves
and set everything aside to dry.

Jenny was not happy when he
returned.The girls had discovered the
grease pit and their clothes had suffered for it.The clay underlayer
might not have helped either.

They got
the second coat on the floors the next morning.The first coat had settled like glass and the second seemed to go on
even smoother.They were both almost
giddy with the effect of it.It wasn’t
yet noon when they got back to camp.Neither mentioned anything to Jenny about the results they’d achieved,
it was almost like a schoolboy conspiracy, they were
both looking forward to her reaction.

Arron spent
the bulk of the day on the internet, researching dam design.He found a university site with surprisingly
good information.There were also
several government sites that proved a gold mine.He was surprised to learn that when the dam
height would be less than ten feet that wood and even unsupported dirt made
acceptable materials.He copied a number
of pages then doodled and sketched till nearly dusk.

Jenny and
Carl had taken an early bath so the girls went with Arron when it was his
turn.They’d both been good about the
need to reign in the sex but he could sense that was wearing thin.Had they never experienced it they would have
been merely goofy little girls and bounced about in happy, goofy little girl
ways.They had experienced it though,
they had become sexual junkies and like junkies everywhere they were getting
twitchy after going too long without a fix.

He figured
he was in for it when Rachel started stripping when they were barely out of the
fire light.First her shirt came off,
then her shorts.Each article was
carelessly cast on the ground.Arron
picked up each in turn but his hissed scolding only set the child to
giggling.Lena
had been in front and looked back to see what her sibling was so amused
at.She giggled too and then decided to
join in.As each piece of fabric hit the
ground the giggles got more intense.Before they hit the woods Arron had two very giggly and very naked
children on his hands.

There was a
fallen tree just before you got into the trees.Lena draped herself over it belly down
and spread her thin legs.“Fuck me uncle
Arron, right here.”

The
wantonness of the display and the invitation got Arron hard in an instant, he’d
suffered too these last few days.What
he hadn’t done was taken full leave of his senses.Instead of a cock the little minx got a hand,
it was delivered palm down over her cheeks and arrived with enough speed to
cause a moderate pop and bring the squealing child to her feet.Her hands went back to rub her wounded hiney; however she was still giggling when they stepped
into the woods.

At the
spring Arron stripped slowly while the girls waded on in.His cock remained hard and bobbed obscenely
in front of him.The girls were quick to
take notice and both reached out to stroke it as he stepped into the warm
water.Lena
bit her lip and looked up at him, “I’m not sore anymore if you want to try
putting it in me again.”She definitely
sounded willing but not necessarily eager.

He groaned
as Rachel leaned in to lick his helmet through her sister’s fingers.Her warm little lapper slid into the
hole.There must have been something
good there because she tried to shove her whole tongue in.He groaned again as the slight roughness of
the tip contacted the sensitive interior flesh.

He looked
back at Lena.“Did you like it the last time?”

She
squirmed, “A little.It didn’t feel that
good, not as good as a mouth anyway but it made me feel tingly and naughty.”

“Why did
you offer to let me do it out in the meadow?”

She giggled.“That made me feel real naughty.It was only the dark hiding us, no trees or nothin’”

Lena tried to take his cock away from her sister but the
four-year-old tugged back then ovalled her lips and
swallowed him to the balls in one gulp.The sensation as he slid down her throat was indescribable.

Lena watched her sister withdraw and take another full
stroke.“She does that good.Better’n me I
think,” a rare candid admission.Both
girls loved each other but there was a full measure of sibling rivalry as well.

Arron
reached down and pulled her to her feet then slip her up on a smooth
shelf.“Well since she’s busy I guess
you get the consolation prize.Pull your
legs back to your chest.I’m going to
eat your little butt and pussy till you explode.”

She giggled
at the mental image, “That’s be messy.”Even as she spoke she was laying back and producing her round bottom and
soft bare cunny for some serious molestation.Fucking might still be iffy in her mind but this she ‘was’ eager for.

They were
all hot; it took less than a minute for Lena
to start hunching her assaulted crotch against her uncle’s face.A minute later she was moaning her sweet
passion to the night.It wasn’t long
afterwards that her smooth, shapely legs locked around her uncles head as she
rode his face to a fantastic cum.The
sounds of the child’s release and the sweet fluid that seeped into his mouth
set Arron off and he proceeded to blast a huge load into Rachel’s cum sucking
mouth.

After they
recovered they ganged up on the youngest Winters.Sucking baby pussy and baby bottom they sent
the four-year-old screaming into oblivion.So loud was her release than Lena had
to pull her tongue from her sister’s bottom and seal her mouth to her
sisters.With Arron’s tongue in her bald
twat and his finger replacing sisterly tongue in her ass the child feverishly
kissed her sister and screeched her cum into her mouth.

They got on
the insulation at the crack of dawn.The
days were starting to seriously get warm now and both wanted to get as much of
the itchy task done in the cool morning as possible.

Luckily the
bats were the perfect size to fit between the studs so it went fast.They again started on the upper floor
first.The quickly found it was easier
to measure then cut the thick stuff on the floor rather than try to unroll and
trim in place on the wall.

They’d
finished two walls by ten-thirty, but at that point the heavy clothes they wore
to protect against the worst of the fibers were completely soaked with
sweat.A break was desperately
needed.They came out and sucked down a
cold soda apiece before going back at it.By noon they had completed one more wall but both were completely
miserable.A conference was held and it
was quickly decided that the insulation work was going to have to be done in
the cool of the day.Rather than go
straight back to camp for lunch they took a detour to the spring and used
handfuls of mud to pull the sticky fiberglass from their bodies as they
bathed.When they finally walked into
camp in their underwear Jenny whistled and the girls giggled.

After lunch
they did get back to work but instead of insulation they started hanging
drywall.They elected to tackle the
second floor ceilings first since the insulation there couldn’t go in till it
had something to lay on.They’d
discussed renting a drywall jack but hadn’t for the same reason that they’d
decided not use the blown cellulose insulation, the schedule hassles with
equipment rental.They were already
regretting the insulation decision, hell the floor sander had worked out
ok.They both feverently
hoped they weren’t going to look back on this latest bit of tightfistedness as
another mistake!

It actually
went pretty well.A couple of short
scrap boards were nailed to some longer scrap boards and using these improvised
‘jacks’ they had little trouble hoisting and squaring the first sheet.The drill with a driver bit made short work
of the dry-wall screws.They did wish
for a cordless drill, the racket and fumes from the generator made the hot job
more tedious but it worked!

They went
for whole sheets only, ignoring any opening that was going to require custom
trimming, and managed to get all of these up by dusk.There was talk about using the cool of the
evening to get some more insulation in but they were both pretty bushed so they
called it a night.

Over the
next days they worked out a system.The
insulation went up in the mornings and then it was drywall for the rest of the
day.They ruined several sheets of
drywall before they got the hang of properly locating outlet, light and switch
boxes but they finally did figure it out.

On their
second day of dry walling Jenny and the girls showed up at noon with a picnic
lunch.It was the first time she had
seen the floors since they were finished.Her reaction was everything they had hoped for and then some.She wondered from room to room, kneeling here
and there to run her hands over the glassy finish.It was a hit with the girls too though for
different reasons.They were quick to
discover that if they got up a decent head of speed and dropped to their butts
they could slide half the width of the house.They had a giggling good time till Rachel fetched up against an
unfinished wall and banged her head heard enough to bring blood.Jenny called a halt at that point and spent
the remainder of the meal comforting the sniffling child.

On the
third day they got the last of the dreaded insulation squared away.Since they were just about out of ice and
fresh food they decided to combine a trip to Avery with a ‘no more damn
insulation party’ and spend the night in town.

They didn’t
get started till around five and it was almost eight before they pulled into
Avery.The local high school was
apparently sponsoring a big ‘battle of the bands’, marching bands from as far
as New Jersey were in town for the event.As a result hey had a devil of a time finding a hotel room, it was
nearly 9:30 before they finally got settled in a small inn in the downtown
area.Nearly starved they left the room
and strolled three blocks to a 24 hour breakfast place and gorged themselves on
pancakes and bland scrambled eggs.

An
advantage to being close to downtown was the close proximity to what nightlife
Avery boasted of.There was a dance club
right across the street.Jenny squealed
at the mention of dancing.She
practically ripped the keys to the Ram from her husband’s hands and went
bellowing off toward the local monster mart which was open around the clock.

She was
back in thirty minutes with a slinky red dress that barely came to mid
thigh.

Arron was
prepared to stay with the kids, normally both would be out by now but they had
both slept for the entire trip and were still raring to go.Jenny poopooed that
and insisted on taking the children with them,

So they
did, the club served alcohol but there was apparently no age restriction, a
large number of the lithe bodies swaying and gyrating under the huge glitter
ball were high school age or younger.Arron made a guess that a lot of them were from the bands that were in
town.That impression was reinforced by
the fact that he spied letter jackets from all over the east coast.

They found
a table and seated the girls with cokes and chips.Arron took the first shift and watched Jenny
and Carl vanish into the maelstrom of bare limbs.He sipped his own drink and let his eyes
wonder the club.The females seemed
about half adult, and these ranged from trendy twenty-somethings
in slinky dresses or skin tight jeans up to the fifties some of these in boots
and mid calf western dresses.Jeans
seemed to be the universal uniform for the men though there were a few garish
western outfits and at least one tuxedo.

The youths
ranged from early teens up.Here the
female clothing of choice was about evenly split between micro-mini-skirts and
micro short-shorts.Both outfits left
acres of smooth feminine flesh exposed.Again, jeans were the outfit of choice for the boys in the crowd.

He checked Lena’s
and her sister’s cokes then signaled the waitress for another beer.He finished his old one and eyed a 12ish
blond child in a pair of shorts that left part of her tight bottom
exposed.He might as well enjoy the
view.

Jenny and Carl came in after three
songs.They grabbed some beers and sat
for a few minutes then it was Arron’s turn.Jenny grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the floor.The band was playing something with a salsa
beat and they snuggled close.Arron let
his hand trail down Jenny’s bare back and onto her bottom.He then leaned in and whispered in here
ear.“Have you got anything on under
that thing?”

She captured his lips for a quick
kiss then whispered back.“Nothing at all.”From the mischievous twinkle in her eyes she knew how that knowledge
affected him.She grinned then ground
her crotch against his in confirmation.The contact made his already lengthening cock tighten and rise.

“Jenny these pants are too tight
for that shit!”

She giggled and did it again.

They danced a couple of more songs
then it was back to the table.Lena and Rachel were both snuggled in their father’s lap
and sound asleep.Arron sat down then
helped divest Carl of one daughter then the other.When both were astride Arron’s thighs husband
and wife were again off to the dance floor.

At first Arron thought the girl at
his shoulder was the waitress.He didn’t
need anything at the moment so he started a negligent wave to motion her on;
his brain caught up with his hand in mid wave, this girl was way too young to
be a server.He looked up, right into
the eyes of the young girl from the drive-in.

He froze like a deer caught in the
headlights.Shit!He couldn’t bolt and leave his nieces; if he
tried to pick the children up and leave she had all the time in the world to make
a scene!Maybe he could pretend he had
never seen her before and she would go away!No, that wouldn’t work, he could see the recognition in her eyes and no
doubt the look of shock on his own face didn’t help in that category.

All of these things passed through
his mind in less than a second.That’s
how long it took him to notice that she wasn’t looking at him in triumphant
righteousness, if anything she looked shy and maybe a little frightened.She certainly didn’t look like she was about
to start screaming ‘pervert!’

He had just come down from his
initial fright when the girl apparently reached a decision of her own; she
slipped past his knees and the dangling legs of the children and took a seat
beside him.Not looking at him she began
to speak immediately, in the cacophony from the club her voice didn’t carry
much further than his ear.

“I never said anything to anybody
about what she said that night.”Out of
his peripheral vision he picked up a small gesture that could have been toward Lena.“I’ll never
say anything.I promise!I’ve though about it a lot though, a whole
lot.”She licked her lips and helped
herself to some of Rachel’s abandoned Coke.She took another sip and he sensed she was stalling for time while an
internal debate raged.She finally put
the sweat damp glass down and began to speak rapidly.“A couple of years ago my mom and dad
divorced.My dad, he was my step dad
really, he took my baby half sister, her name was Rochelle and she was five,
anyway he took her to Indiana
to live with him and his new wife.He
took her…took her…took her away from me!”There was quiet anguish in that
statement.“We were very, very close, we
slept together and we….did things together.I loved her, and she loved me.I’ll probably never see her again and even if I do maybe she won’t love
me anymore.I’ll always love
her…always.”

Despite his apprehension he was
impressed at the child’s lung capacity.The harangue came out as a rushed jumble of words without a pause for
breath.

She took another sip of her
purloined drink.“I’ve always hoped to
find another little girl that I could…love like that.But I didn’t….I don’t know how.I mean if a girl said something then I’d be
in trouble and people would point at me and talk and the girls at school….god
I’d just die if they found out!They
might even take me away from momma and put me in a home!I can’t do that to momma I can’t”

She went silent for a bit and then
went on.“When I heard what your little
sister said it got me so exited…so turned on…it was like…maybe I could watch
you all and maybe…..maybe I could just touch her like I used to touch
Rochelle.”

With his initial fright over Arron
studied the girl.She fidgeted under his
gaze and dropped her eyes.Her hands
played nervously in her lap.She was
young even for the crowd here; he figured 11 or 12, a late blooming 13 at the
very oldest.She had a pretty face with
just a hint of freckles.She had braces
and Arron guessed she was self-conscious about them, most kids were.She was slender with no breasts at all but
her legs were pretty and the abbreviated shorts she was wearing showed a lot of
them.Arron was no wizard with people
but he felt he could read this child like a book.Her demeanor was one of abject misery coupled
with desperation.She knew she was
butting in where she had no business being and wasn’t particularly wanted.She was shy by nature and to be this forward
in this awkward a situation was grating her nerves to confetti.She had only come forward because of
desperate desire and the sure knowledge that if she didn’t it would become one
of those things that she would wonder about and regret for the rest of her
days.

He took a sip of his beer to
collect his own thoughts.He was about
to speak when she beat him to it.

She motioned to Rachel.“Do you suppose I could hold her?Just hold her for a bit?”She was biting her lip and her eyes were
shiny with repressed tears.

It was an outrageous request and
Arron thought of a dozen responses all negative.He knew just the words to make the child
shrivel and slink from the club and his life.He would never see her again and she certainly would never tell anyone
any of this.What he did do, after a
pregnant moment, was gently slide a sleeping Rachel from his knee and into the
arms of the child at his side.

The girl rocked the sleeping four
year old.Her hands cradled her shoulder
and bottom but she took no liberties.She nuzzled the soft dark hair and cooed a gentle lullaby.For long minutes she rocked the child then
she silently slid her back to Arron.She
planted a chaste kiss on the top of Rachel’s head then, blushing, planted one
on Arron’s stubbly cheek.“Thank
you.”She breathed then slid out of the
seat.In an instant she was gone,
vanished into the crowd.He felt a brief
pang.He had didn’t even know her name.

When Carl and Jenny returned Arron
took a brief tour of the club.He hoped
to find the cute little girl in braces.He didn’t know why exactly it just seemed important.They couldn’t just leave it at that!He looked all over but she had vanished.

They left shortly afterwards
themselves, trooping back across the road and to their rooms.Arron was invited to join Carl and Jenny for
a nightlong threesome but he begged off feigning fatigue.In truth the shy little girl with the desire
bigger than her heart still preyed on his thoughts.

They had breakfast at a new
restaurant named ‘Earls’.It was a
converted gas station from the looks of it.The food was indifferent, a not unusual occurrence with new establishments.The almost nauseating olfactory cocktail of
fresh paint and burned eggs didn’t help much.

They hit the home center and bought
two cordless drills and holsters for them as well as a cordless saber saw that
used the same batteries.The latter had
been part of a ‘kit’ of three or four tools that were sold together.The remainder of the kit was damaged or
missing and they got the saw for a pittance.After the home center it was grocery time.They didn’t dawdle and it was still morning
when they hit the road.They stopped in Huttonsville just long enough for Arron to pick up the
armature.The proprietor pulled it from
a shelf and displayed it on a cloth as if it was the rarest of diamonds rather
than a hunk of copper and iron.It did
look pretty, the precision of the windings almost factory like.

They were back at the camp a little
after four; they’d had no lunch so Jenny immediately set to whipping something
up to quiet grumbling stomachs.Arron
took the cordless drills over to the house and after firing up the generator
set the batteries to charging.

After supper the monopoly board
came out again.Arron sat to one end of
the table, half his attention on the game and the other half on the Fordson
starter and generator that he was methodically reassembling.He got the generator back together but at the
price of getting into serious trouble in the game.He was bankrupt a few turns thereafter.He then devoted all of his attention to the
starter while Jenny and the girls, the latter with much coaching, took Carl to
the cleaners.

They put the girls down then Arron
slipped over to the camp and disconnected the drill chargers and shut down the
generator.When he got back it was to
find his brother and sister-in-law necking passionately.Jenny sat on the surface of the table and
Carl’s hands roamed her shapely legs as they tongue wrestled.The scotch bottle and a couple of empty
glasses told Arron that he’d missed the nightcap.

He picked up the bottle, there was
only about an inch left, and after a moment of contemplation, shrugged and
drank it all in three rhythmic gulps.

Even in the darkness he could see
Jenny’s eyes go wide.“Whoa Tiger.”Her hand slid to his crotch and squeezed his
cock through his jeans.“Go easy on the
firewater.I want this functional tonight.”

Arron sat the bottle down as the
liquor burned a fiery trail to his stomach.“I wasn’t aware a decision had been made on our nocturnal
entertainment.”

Jenny giggled.“We just made it.We decided that when I’m getting my cookies
there has to be a cock in my mouth for me to scream into.”

Arron’s dick stiffened at the
thought.“That should be an interesting
sensation.”

“Yeah, especially if I bite!”She giggled again at the pained expression
that comment brought to both men’s faces.

They hit the drywall hard the next
morning.It was rough getting started,
they had fucked till two AM, but once they got going it moved right along.The cordless drills really sped things up as
now they didn’t have to pass a single corded tool back and forth.The exile of the generator to the yard, where
it was hard at work charging the spare batteries also did wonders for the work
environment.The little saw earned its
freight too.It was just the thing for
trimming or cutting outlet box holes in the drywall.

They broke for lunch then came
back, changed batteries and went back at it.By evening they had completed the top floor and knocked out the ceiling
and two walls of the lower floor.

After supper they all trooped down
to the spring.Jenny and Carl joined a
bit in the play then bathed and called out that they were headed back.The girls still wanted to soak some and
actually so did Arron so he volunteered to stay.He walked a bit into the woods with the other
adults then headed back to the spring.

He paused just at the edge of the
water and stared; not sure, especially in the dim twilight that he was actually
seeing what he thought he was seeing.Rachel was on her knees in a shallow section of the spring and Lena was standing above her with her pussy only an inch
or so from her sister’s mouth.That pose
wouldn’t have been remarkable except the older child was giggling as she pissed
in her sister’s mouth!

The children both noticed his
return at about the same time.Lena’s hands flew to her crotch as if to hide what she
had been doing.At the same time she
jerked away from her sister.She lost
her footing and went down, arms wind milling before landing on her butt with a
splash.

Rachel for her part tried to inhale
a mouth full of her sister’s pee and ended up spraying it from both her mouth
and nose.She went down as well, except
she was hacking and coughing as she tried to catch her breath.Her little body shook with great whoops as she
struggled to breathe.

Questions forgotten for the moment
Arron waded in and hoisted the four year old from the water.He pounded her on her back as she fought for
each breath.Lena
had regained her feet and stood quietly to one side, her head down as if
expecting the worst.

Once Rachel was on the road to
recovery Arron eased her down into the shallows and sat her on her knees.

He regarded the children for a
moment, one very guilty looking and the other still struggling for breath and
guilty looking.He finally spoke.“I’m not going to say that what you were
doing was wrong.I do however want to
know where you got the idea to try it?”

The two children exchanged a glance
then Lena decided to try and brazen it
out.“Try what?”She tried for an innocent look but now she
just looked haunted and guilty.”

“What?Pissing in your sister’s mouth that’s what!”

Rachel’s hand flew to her mouth
even as another cough shook her.“You
said a bad word!”

Arron fixed his gaze on Lena.“I’m
waiting.”

The older child’s gaze dropped to
the water.“One day we was playing, me, mom and Rachel, while you and daddy worked
on the house.”She gestured vaguely, “You
know like we play.”

“Gasm play!”Rachel volunteered.Her good humor seemed to be returning with
her breath.

“Yeah, anyway we’d had sodas with
lunch so we kinda needed to go.When Rache cum she
peed in my mouth a little.I thought it
was gross but mommy just laughed and said we’d just tried ‘water sports’.Later I asked her what it meant and she said
that some people pee in each other’s mouths cause it makes ‘em
feel good.”

“Did she suggest you try it?”

Lena
got fearful again and even Rachel lost some of her recovered humor.“No, no, no, she doesn’t know.Promise you won’t tell!” The older girl
said.Rachel nodded in counterpoint.

“Okay if it was gross then why did
you try it again?”

Lena
looked down again.“Me
and Rachel was playing again last week.Mommy was fixing supper so we were playing in the woods.I pulled my shorts off and Rachel started
licking my coo.I said I had to pee and
she mentioned when she had peed in my mouth.She wanted to know if it had tasted nasty.It hadn’t really, just salty and I said
that.I had some paper in my pocket so I
peed right there, before I could wipe though she just leaned in and licked me
dry.”

Rachel giggled.“It was naughty and made me feel like I
needed cums bad!”

“The next day I peed in her mouth a
little and let her do it to me too.We’ve been doing it a little ever since…..”She bit her lip.“Promise you won’t tell mommy?”

“She probably wouldn’t mind.”

Rachel shook her head, “It’s ‘barrasing!Promise?”

He gathered them both in and
cuddled them to him.“Okay, I
promise.”He didn’t like it but it
seemed to important to the two darlings for him to
refuse.With the guarantee of his
silence secured the girls rewarded him with a lazy double blowjob that still
managed to be quite stimulating.He then
had them kneel side by side and bend over.They kissed in a decidedly unsisterly fashion as he fingered their cunts
and tongued their pink asses to paradise.He managed to get them both off nearly at the same instant.A bit of precise control he was rather proud
of.

The new day arrived with thunder
and lightning.The wind was tugging at
the trees and buffeting the tents as they roused and took care of morning
necessities.By the time they were
seated in the dining fly the first fat drops were spattering in.They were joined in minutes by a few friends
and those in turn invited more.The wind
picked up further and before the first pot of coffee was ready the rain was
falling nearly sideways in blinding sheets.

There was a mad scramble to lower
the seldom used fly on that side.They
got it down but several ties parted and a hole ended up in the screen.The material was frail and becoming
brittle.The tents and fly were designed
for occasional camping, not full time living.In the months they had been on the mountain they had absorbed a lifetime
of UV.It was good that the house was
nearing habitability because their current abodes were rapidly losing that
status.

After breakfast the men dashed to
the Ram and clattered over to the house.They made it inside and spent several minutes dripping off and watching
the storm before getting to work.

The drywall was finished by noon
and so was the rain.The sun was poking
through breaks in the clouds and the only water falling was the pregnant drops
still being shed by the trees.

They were ready for tape and mud
now but during their most recent foray into town they had neglected those
things.They spent several minutes
mutually commenting on their stupidity the headed for the truck.

They paused at the truck only long
enough to let Jenny know they were going then headed downhill.The storm had dumped a lot of water and both brothers
were gratified to see that their roadwork had held up.

The water over the ford was high,
the Ram made it through with Arron at the helm but they were pushing water over
the bumper.

Once onto
the general forest service roads they passed several areas where water was over
the road.There was actually a
substantial flow in one stretch.The
brothers marveled, they’d know it had rained hard but not
‘that’ hard.As they drove they talked
about the things that still needed to be done to the house.After the walls were taped and mudded it
would be time for moldings and interior doors.They decided to get those things this trip as well.

They found
more evidence of the storms violence shortly after hitting the asphalt.They rounded a bend just past the Ranger
Station and beheld a sea of blue flashing lights and orange, smoking highway
flares.There were at least a dozen
police vehicles from at least three agencies scattered about.At the center of the formation a large
semi-based wrecker flashed in solitary yellow.The operator and several policemen in orange vests stood at the front of
the machine and regarded an overturned tractor-trailer combination.The trailers doors had popped open when it
went over and cans of soda littered the shoulder.

There were only about a dozen cars
waiting, in a few minutes they were waved through.The policeman doing the waving didn’t even
look old enough to shave, much less carry a badge.

They were barely up to speed again
when Carl leaned forward.“Slow down.”

Arron braked and followed his
brother’s gaze, halfway expecting another wreck.What he saw was a faded, white plywood sign
with blue letters.‘Custom Millwork’ it
said and an arrow pointed up a gravel cutoff that they had driven past a
hundred times but never investigated.

Their eyes briefly met and Carl
shrugged, “What have we got to lose?”

Arron conceded the point by slowing
further and swinging the big truck into the lane.The Ram bellowed and spurted gravel as they
climbed a low rise then rounded the hill and dropped into a heavily wooded
hollow.They bottomed out above a
culvert bridge and had just a hint of angry black water through the thick greenery
before they were climbing again.The
road wound on a mile or more.They saw a
few mailboxes, one boarded up general store that looked old and decrepit enough
to date from the 1800s and lots and lots of trees.

The road half climbed, half circled
another hill then dropped into a valley.To the right of the road was a lot that might have run five acres or
so.It had been cleared and fenced.A doublewide trailer sat at the head of the
lot surrounded by a sea of toys, swing sets, jungle gyms and one overflowing
sandbox.At the other end of the lot sat
a vision from a century gone.An actual
three story watermill stood like a postcard in 3-D.A stream ran down the far fence line.A wooden sluice took water from about the
midpoint on the property and carried it to the big overshot wheel that slowly
rotated as its mossy buckets filled and emptied.

They pulled up and parked at the
front.The only other vehicle in sight
was a largish GMC flatbed of older vintage parked under a side shed.Its hood was off and a chain hoist dangled
its hook into the engine bay.

A covered walkway with a hand-hewn
wooden rail fronted the building and led to a side door with ‘office’ in fancy
script on wavy water glass.A small bell
tinkled as they stepped inside.

The small customer area was
confined by a counter to a small corner.There were two rattan chairs and a worn couch.A single small table held a few woodworking
magazines.The rumble of low speed
wooden gears and the whine of their higher speed iron cousins permeated the
space.No one was in sight.

They waited a bit but, when no one
appeared, Arron stood and strode to the counter.There was a blotter covered in post it notes
and an old mechanical adding machine, the kind where you have to pull a lever
to perform the next operation.There was
no sign of a call bell or even a telephone.

Carl joined him and the brothers
stooged about a bit.When five more
minutes passed Carl motioned toward a lift section in the counter, “shall we”?

Behind the counter were several
isles defined by towering shelves.These
were occupied by unidentifiable bits and pieces.They passed into an open area, here an
elaborate door sat atop two sawhorses.It was heavily carved and sported at least a dozen clamps of various
sizes and types.The area beyond was a
single vast room, soaring to the distant and heavily pitched roof.There seemed to be no solid roof planking,
just a network of heavy laths which supported the clay tiles.The view was broken up ladders, steep stairs
and narrow catwalks.Threaded through,
around and over this was a dizzying collection of shafts, gears and belts.The whole spun, whined and groaned in almost Goldbergian complexity.The smell was an intoxicating liquor of freshly sawn wood, varnish and
polish.

They were still taking it in when a
shout drew their eyes to one of the catwalks.A man rose from a stooped position and waved.He wore a white long-sleeved shirt with
suspenders holding up his dark pants.A
full beard covered his face and reached midway down his chest.He had a long-necked oil can in his right
hand.

Arron winced as the man ducked
under a spinning shaft then stepped over another a second later.He reached a ladder and came down one-handed,
the other still gripping the oil can.He
negotiated another short catwalk; this one with a heavy square shaft spinning
right through the middle of it, then nearly ran down a set of steep stairs that
were innocent of anything that could be described as a rail.The brothers watched slack jawed, slightly
amazed to see the man make the main floor intact.

He came up and thrust out a meaty
hand.He was a big man, broad and
tall.Arron thought he looked like
Grizzly Adams from the old seventies TV show.

“Dave Helsey.Sorry there was no one up front.We’ve got a girl that normally comes in but
she’s down with the flu.The wife would
have filled in but she’s nursing a couple of sick younguns herself.”

Arron took the hand, “Arron
Winters.This is my brother Carl.”

Carl too shook the meaty paw.Both brothers noted with gratitude that Dave
didn’t try any macho hand crushing though plainly he could have.

“What can I do for you gentleman?”

Arron looked at Carl but the latter
motioned for him to take the lead.

“We’re building a house up in the
forest and we’re to the point where we’re needing moldings, baseboards,
interior doors, stuff like that.”

Dave frowned, “Well I can do all
that but for the interior doors you may want to hit one of the big stores.I don’t do hollow core doors so anything I
make is going to be a mite heavy.Let me
show you what I can do.”

He led the way to a cleared central
area where a podium stood.He reached
into this and pulled out a big three-ring binder then motioned them toward a
set of stairs, these climbed one wall and actually had
rails.They went up two flights and
emerged on a narrow landing with a side door.Dave led the way through.

They were on a railed landing that
stretched directly over the big overshot wheel.It seemed to also serve as a ‘roof’ for the mill-race because Arron
could hear water rushing beneath his feet even over the gentle groans of the
wheel.The mill’s steeply pitched roof
overhung the narrow space, providing shade.Four mismatched chairs surrounded an old tree stump that served as a
table.There was a
sheen of mist and the smell of water in the air and the whole area was
slightly damp.It seemed cool and
inviting, the cacophony of the interior was just a distant hum.

His guess about the millrace proved
correct.Dave cast a sidelong look toward
the trailer then levered aside an inspection hatch.He grasped a short length of twine and pulled
out a dripping mesh bag.Glass clinked
from within.He eased it to the floor
and opened it to reveal a half dozen capped bottles.

“The wife doesn’t approve of
casually imbibing during the day but I figure if I’m with potential customers
its not casual anymore, it’s business.He grinned at them.Could I
interest you gentleman in a beer?”

The brothers each took one, the
bottles were the old returnable type and from their battered appearance they
had been, many times.The caps claimed
that the contents were some store brand grape soda but the bottles were mute on
the subject.

Dave produced an opener, the
bottles hissed from excess carbonation.Arron brought his bottle to his nose and took a tentative sniff.He’d had several occasions to try homebrew in
his travels and it had run the gamut from great to barely drinkable.He took a sip.It proved to be a stout, evil, black and
hoppy enough to clear the sinuses.It
was cool from the water of the millrace and very, very good.

Dave anxiously awaited their
reactions.When both men gave him nods
of approval his grin got broader.“I
call this lot ‘black plague’.Drink five
or six before bed and you’ll know why the next morning.”He cast another somewhat guilty look at the
trailer then took a healthy slug of his own.

“Right, let’s get down to
business.”

For the next hour the three flipped
through the binder.It contained
computer generated 3d images of molding, baseboards, wainscoting and almost
every other kind of trim that could be dreamed up.There were literally hundreds of styles.There were photos of some of them as well installed
in various combinations.From the varied
settings it was obvious that these latter were taken in real houses rather than
in some studio.

When Arron or Carl oohed and ahhed over one style or
another Dave would lumber off into the mill and more often than not return with
a real sample.On the two occasions when
he didn’t have such on hand be brought the actual cutting tool so they could
get a better idea of the profile.

It was Carl that eventually
broached the dreaded question of cost.Dave was being a terrific host and not a bad salesman and Arron was
already feeling guilty about just the possibility of not buying anything so he
was somewhat relieved that the question was on the table.

Both brothers were pleasantly
surprised at the answer.There was no
evasion no ‘well you have to understand that this is a quality product’ or ‘you
can’t really compare my work to the mass market stuff’, the big man simply
pointed at the style that had been getting most of the attention and rattled
off a number per foot.It was higher
than they would pay at the home center but that was to be expected.What was amazing was that it wasn’t ‘that’
much higher.They brothers returned to
the book with more enthusiasm.

Three more beers and twenty minutes
later they had struck a deal for baseboards and moldings.They price was a few bucks more than they
would have paid in Avery but both felt it was worth it.

Afterwards they got a tour of the
mill.The machine that did the actual
moldings was belt driven off an overhead shaft and over a hundred years
old.The big drill press was even
older.All of the equipment, shapers,
planers, even the scroll say were driven directly by the mill.All except the latter were also at least
eighty years old.The scroll say was
homemade but even it had a massive, overbuilt 19th century look
about it.The only things in the mill
that used electricity were the lights and a central vacuum system with a hopper
the size of a 55 gallon drum but even these were powered by a whining generator
that itself was powered by the waterwheel.

They said their goodbyes and headed
for Avery, but not before Dave presented them with a heavy pasteboard
carton.It proved to contain a case of
the ‘plague’, an ‘ordering bonus’ the miller called it.

It would take him a week to fill
their order.That meant they were going
to have to alter their building schedule somewhat but that was ok.It was a masterpiece of flexibility anyway.

One in the city they hit the home
center and stocked up.Two five gallon
buckets of drywall compound, several rolls of tape and a good supply of nifty
pre-made corners both inner and outer went into the cart.Arron wanted to pick up the interior paint as
well, given the upgraded quality of their millwork
they’d talked themselves into a clear finish rather than paint on that so it
made sense to get the wall and ceiling paint now.Carl balked.He figured Jenny would be miffed at being left out of the loop on that
decision.They tried to call but there
was no answer.They got a flat and
loaded it with doors and hardware then wandered a bit looking for inspiration.
When Arron added several dozen bags of premix cement, heavy galvanized carriage
bolts and a whole mess of PVC pipe to the mix Carl looked at him questioningly
but Arron only grinned.

They grabbed supper at place called
Owens Rest.When they questioned the
name the cadaverous looking proprietor told them that for most of the
structure’s existence it had been a funeral parlor.Three generations of Owens’ had worked their
trade here.When he’d take over from his
father he decided he didn’t want to be an undertaker and had converted the
place to a restaurant but he couldn’t quite find it in himself to change the
name.He hadn’t changed the décor much
either.It still had that heavy,
brocaded, funeral parlor look.Despite
their misgivings they stayed and were treated to a delicious meal of Salisbury
steak with all the trimmings.

The skies were looking nasty again
so they stopped at a general store and bought a tarp and some bungees.Cargo safe
they then headed into lowering evening skies.

It was well after ten when they
locked through the last gate and headed into the stretch.They were both looking forward to a spring
soak and a beer, not necessarily in that order.An attempt to fuck Jenny stupid had also been discussed.

They rounded a gentle bend and
discovered a final obstacle to those plans.Yellow lights flashed from a half dozen forest service vehicles
clustered on both sides of the road.

Carl was driving; he slowed then
eased to a stop alongside Bobby Weaver’s battered truck.

The lanky
Ranger spat a stream of tobacco juice then pushed off the fender he was leaning
against and approached the Ram.

“Evenin’ gents.‘Fraid we got a bit
of a washout.”

They got
out of the truck and the three of them walked up to where a small brown river
was raging across the road.It had
already cut a gulley a yard wide and about twice as deep.A big track hoe had been unloaded from a
lowboy trailer but the operator simply lounged in the cab.A big end loader was also on hand but was
similarly idle.Arron surmised that they
were waiting on fill.It seemed a good
guess.

“I think there was water over the
road here when we lit out after lunch.”

Carl
nodded, “Looks like the place.”

The Ranger
spat again.“Wish I’d known that
earlier.Mighta saved a pile of work.You see something like that again stop in at
the station and have ‘emgive
me a ring.”

In about
ten minutes they saw lights from down the road and then heard the roar of an
engine.The lights were provided by a
forest green pickup so mud spattered even its make was in question.The roar was provided by the same dump truck
they had used to fix the driveway.It
was still lightless and followed the pickup closely.

The analogy
between a blind man and his dog was so obvious that Arron quipped, “Maybe you
ought to get the poor thing a white cane.”

The Ranger
apparently got the joke, he chuckled.

The
operators had descended from their cabs and Bobby Weaver headed over to join
the group of arm waving humanity that resulted.It picked that moment to start raining again so the brothers returned to
the truck.

The Ranger
came back to them a few minutes later.He stuck his head into the driver’s window.“Full repair is probably gonna
take a few hours but we’re gonna put in a plug wide
enough for you yall to get across.Should be about ten minutes
or so.”He’d ambled off before
they could do more than stutter a quick thanks.

It was
nearer twenty minutes than ten but that might have been because of the renewed
rain, it was coming down in buckets again when a figure, anonymous in a rain
slick poncho, signaled them with a flashlight to proceed.Carl eased the big truck between several
pieces of equipment and onto the fresh patch.It was un-compacted gravel and mushed quite a
bit beneath the tires but it held and they were across.Arron waved in thanks as they bellowed toward
home.

It was
midnight when they finally parked and got out of the truck.The rain had again relented but only
recently.The fire was long dead and the
camp was wet and silent.Fatigue had
settled on them like a mantle and the brothers went their separate ways with
only monosyllabic grunts of parting.

Arron found
his tent cold and empty.The girl’s
sleeping bags were unoccupied.He
surmised that they’d probably gone to bed with their mother.He also had a pretty good idea that more than
sleep had been on the night’s agenda.He
hoped Jenny had possessed the presence of mind to make sure all were decent
before dropping off.He listened but no
bellow of outrage was forthcoming from that direction.

He was
tired but really wanted a bath.He
gathered up his things and set off with only a hissing lantern for
company.The spring was hot, soothing
and wonderful.He washed then simply
luxuriated for a half hour or so.Even
the renewed rain that started dumping on him halfway back to camp failed to
damage the easy languor he felt.

Despite his
weariness Arron laid awake for a time and thought.He thought of decisions and regrets.He didn’t regret his sexual relations with
the girls.He enjoyed it greatly and so
did they.Society would rant and scream
and damn him as the worst form of monster but he didn’t feel much like a
monster.The girls enjoyed the sex;
there was no doubt of that.Was it
damaging them, doing perhaps some insidious, chronic form of harm that would
surface years down the road?He was
honest enough to admit that he had no answer to that question.He thought the answer was no but he was no
expert on the uncharted barrens of the human psyche.The point was moot in any case; the genie was
out of the bottle.The children were
sexually active and recent experience strongly suggested they would react badly
if that facet of their lives was suddenly withdrawn.

No, he
didn’t regret the sex.What he regretted
was the complication and the deceit.He
disliked dishonesty and misdirection on principle.He’d always spoken plainly and dealt fairly
and the consequences be damned.That
wasn’t possible here in this situation.He had not explicitly lied to Carl about his relationship with the
children but that was only because Carl hadn’t dreamed of asking.Still, you could lie without speaking.Each day he lied a little when he pretended
that his relationship to his brother’s daughters was wholesome and wholly
platonic.The hell of it was that there
was nothing to be done about it, at least nothing that would let the present
partnership survive.Therein lay the
complication.He was still chasing the
fuzzy logic of truth, loyalty and kinship around in his head when sleep finally
took him.

The shiny
floors made the tape and mud job a pain in the ass.They’d done the floors first to spare the
walls.Now they had to worry about
sparing the floors.Tarps were rounded
up and carefully taped into place then the work began.Arron had always enjoyed this part of drywalling and he was good at it.Carl on the other was a disaster.Time and again as the day wore on the elder Winter’s brother was called over to repair his siblings
mistakes.

They
knocked off with half of the first floor taped and mudded.Arron was a bit down; he thought they should
have done better.Carl sensed his
brother’s mood and was apologetic for his own inept performance.

Jenny had
managed a giant homemade pot pie.She
was becoming quite proficient at baking on an open fire.Three helpings apiece and several bottles of
Dave the millers homebrew did wonders to put things right.

Jenny
wrinkled her nose when Arron broke the seal on his third beer.She’d tried a sip of Carl’s and found the hoppiness distasteful.That was ok with the brothers, more for them.

“Who’s for
the spring?” she asked.

Arron
thrust his hand up as the girls jumped with glee.Carl let out a belch that shook the trees and
set the jumping girls to giggling and jumping then grinned sheepishly and stuck
his hand up as well.

Jenny glared, “Carl Winters, what do you
have to say for yourself?”

Carl
grinned, “Too much bass?Not enough hang
time?”He managed to just duck the wet
dishrag that came sailing his way.

Arron and
Carl got ready while Jenny rounded up towels and nightclothes for the
girls.They then trooped down to their
favorite nightspot.With warmer weather
had come mosquitoes.They weren’t bad
yet, still they had to fight several off on the way down.Happily they’d learned that horrid little
bastards didn’t seem to like the sulfur stench of the spring much.

They stripped off and eased into the hot
water.There was much oohing and aahing as tired
muscles felt the welcome heat.Carl and
Jenny retreated to the far end of the spring for a mutual wash and grope fest
and were soon rather distracted.That
left Arron with the girls.He set about
bathing them but there was a fair share of groping going involved in that
process as well.As he shampooed
Rachel’s hair her sister slipped beneath the surface and tried her hand at
breathing through her uncle’s cock.In
the dim light little could be seen but Arron was still glad that his back was
to the children’s parents.

He finished
with Rachel and had her rinse then turned to her grinning sister.As he poured a dollup
of shampoo into Lena’s blond locks Rachel
vanished with a swirl.A moment later he
suppressed a groan as the four-year-old’s lips slid
over his dick.The child gripped his
thighs and used them to pull herself on and off his now rampant prick, happily fellating him with her father only a few feet away.

Lena had been timid, just playing really.Rachel on the other hand was going for the
gold.Only the short breaks she had to
take to breathe kept her from getting a mouthful of cum.Even that might not have been enough if it
had taken much longer to wash Lena’s
hair.At four years of age the little
girl was rapidly becoming a master cocksucker.

He had Lena rinse then pulled Rachel from his cock.She surfaced with a cheeky grin that
persisted even after he lifted her far enough from the water to land a light
smack on her sexy bottom.He retrieved
the soap and then had the girls stand on a rock and began lathering them
up.He savored the feel of their soft,
smooth skin as his hand slid over sleek legs, round butts and soft baby
pussies.Both pushed themselves at him
when his fingers roamed over the latter, anxious for a bit of digital
molestation.Mindful of the company they
were keeping Arron ignored the hints and kept his caresses mostly hygienic in
nature.

Finished he
popped a pair of soapy butts and told them to rinse.They squeaked in indignation but dutifully
jumped into the water.Arron washed his
own hair then quickly completed his own bath as the children wrestled and
splashed the soap away.

Finished,
he had a quick dunk to rinse then waded to the bank.They’d brought a small Styrofoam ice
chest.It held a wine cooler for Jenny
and several more homebrews for the men.He popped the top from one of the latter then waded back to take a seat
on one of the ‘couches’ the warm water reached just below his armpits.He took a sip of the beer and sighed, life
was good.

He looked
around for the girls and found them with their heads together a few feet
away.He couldn’t hear the whispered
conversation but it apparently involved him because Rachel glanced his way
several times.The last such glance
betrayed a definitely mischievous cast.

Normally now would be when the
argument broke out about who got to sit in his lap.Not this time however, when they broke their
huddle Lena came straight for him while Rachel
simply nestled in alongside.

He kissed Lena’s slender neck as the child settled in.Her bare bottom slid delightfully along his
cock. And it quickly began to harden.She giggled when she felt it rise into her crack.Arron sighed and enjoyed the intimacy.He was a past master at hiding a hard dick
when it was time to leave.

His relaxed
state didn’t last long.Rachel had
insinuated her hand between her uncle and sister and was holding his cock.There wasn’t anything really unusual about
that, but when Lena lifted her bottom her
younger sibling pulled the head of Arron’s dick up till it slotted into the
little indentation of the older girls vaginal opening.

Before he
could really grasp what was happening Lena was
pushing downward, her tightly little pussy yielded and Arron’s head popped
in.She kept up the pressure and the
shaft followed in a slow ooze.The little shit was fucking him with her
parents a dozen feet away!

A not altogether aroused, and
thankfully quiet, groan served notice that the child’s randy ambition might
have exceeded her tiny body’s capacity.She stopped pushing and remained poised with several inches of warm,
aromatic water between her cute little tush and her uncle’s lap.Rachel apparently noticed her sibling’s
distress as well and backed a bit, a worried expression on her pretty features.

Her hands
came down on his thighs and she held herself with just and inch or so of cock
past her lips.Arron glanced over to
where Jenny and Carl still necked.Shit!He needed to get her the
fuck off of him before Carl noticed.Fuck!It did feel good
though.He could feel her heart beating
in his dick.She stared to ease up and
Arron held his breath, maybe she was reconsidering this.She paused with just the flare of his glans
in her then his last though vanished in a whirl of sensation as she let herself
back down.

Up and down
she went; her movements subtle enough through the water that someone would have
to look directly at them for a bit, and have a dirty mind, to suspect
anything.Carl might have possessed the
dirty mind but he was thankfully too fucking busy putting it to other pursuits
at the moment to concentrate on anything but Jenny.

Lena was still quietly moaning and some of these were
still pain moans but quiet exclamations of a different timbre had joined in as
well.For Arron the feeling was
exquisite agony.Just the thought of
what he was doing and in what company was almost as stimulating as the act
itself.The combination turned his cock
into a primed, ready to shoot, bar of iron.The slow pace and lingering concern for his tiny lover kept him from
climbing toward the peak however.

Carl and
Jenny had been ramping up themselves; they had reached the point of damn near
jumping each other’s bones right there.There was a murmured conversation then sloshing sounds as the two rose
and headed their way.In a panic Arron
gripped Lena’s round little bottom and brought
her to a halt.

“We’re
going to head back bro.You and the
girls take your time.”The emphasis was
on the word ‘time’.Carl wanted to fuck
his wife into a stupor without corrupting his offspring.Arron fought down a bout of mirth and nodded,
not trusting himself to speak.If Carl
knew where his brother’s cock was at the moment he might have felt a bit
corrupted himself.

The trio
sat quietly while the couple gathered their things and vanished up the
path.Arron was about to chide Lena and
was searching for the opening angle when she pulled herself off of him with a
barely felt ‘pop’ and draped herself belly down over a mossy rock.She spread her thin thighs and looked back at
her uncle.“Now you can fuck me
right.You’ve got to spooey
in my cunny too.”

Rachel
jerked a nod.“Yeah, you gots to put yercums in her cooter ‘cause she said I can lick ‘emaaalll out of her.”

Rationality
and thoughts of discretion fled.Hearing
a six year old ask to be fucked while her four year old sister anticipated
sucking the cum from her sibling’s bald twat re-hardened his dick in an
instant.

He pushed
Rachel toward her slutty little sister.“Eat her some, get her wet.”She
was of course already wet but the hard sulfur water hardly passed muster as lubrication.In fact the little bit of of
slow fucking they had done had probably washed away most of her lubrication.

As Rachel
began to munch sister pussy Arron sloshed around and pressed his cock to Lana’s
lips.The randy six-year-old needed
little urging and opened her mouth to allow her uncles cock to push
inside.He explored her mouth, varying
the angle and penetration so his prick slid into each cheek as well as along
her teeth, tongue and palate.

It was a
lazy but enjoyable threesome.Rachel wasn’t
really trying to get her sister off and Lena
wasn’t really sucking cock.It did get the
child’s bare cunt dripping wet and her molester’s dick wet and adamantine.

He pulled
out of Lena’s mouth and gently pushed Rachel
aside as he took position behind her sister.He had to kneel.He did so and
then gently drug the head of his prick up and down the rounded slit between the
young girl’s thighs.Lena
moaned as she felt his hardness on her private place and Arron felt like doing
a bit of moaning herself as he felt the wet heat from her tiny twat.

After a few passes he began to apply pressure
and her thick outer lips began to grudgingly yield.

He had
intended to just prod at her several times, perhaps a bit further each time
till she oozed open enough to let him in.He reckoned without Lena though.When she felt him began to back off she
gripped the smooth surface of the rock and lunged back.His cock popped into her pre-teen cunt with a
snapping sensation and speared several inches up her unripe pussy.A moan indicated that once again her desires
had possibly proved the match for her capacity.

He gripped
her small, round butt to stationary the pairing then leaned down and kissed
first a prominent shoulder blade then a shell like ear.“Are you ok?”He asked.

She nodded
and even giggled, “That smarted some.”

“I imagine
it did.Why don’t you let me do the
driving for now?I am a professional you
know.”

She giggled
again and nodded.

After a
minute or so he eased out till just the head remained inside then gently
applied pressure and oozed forward.This
was only the second time he had fucked the child, well only the second time he
had deliberately fucked the child.She
wasn’t as tight as he remembered from the first time but that was probably more
the exaggeration of time than any actual loosening on her part.

He worked
up slowly, never putting in more cock than he thought she could handle.It was several minutes before they hit
anything like a rhythm but shortly he was sawing three inches of dick in and
out of her soft, hairless pussy.

Little
gasps begin to issue from the child in time with his pistoning
cock.She was breathing through her nose
and each exhale had a little nasal whine to it.

Rachel
dropped down between her sister’s sleek thighs and peered silently at their
coupling.One tine hand was busy on her
own bald little cooze.

Over the
next minutes Lena added moans to her
gasps.She was letting the occasional
pained yelp go too though.Her little
pussy was overstretched and she was getting sore.Arron had been near cuming several times but
every time he tried to speed up, to push over that edge, Lena
began yelping more and moaning less.He
began to doubt he could get off in her this night.

He hadn’t
figured on sisterly intervention though.Rachel seemed to sense the difficulty; she leaned forward and began to
bathe the joined organs with her tongue, incidentally trying to devour her
older sibling’s tiny clit in the process.She even took frequent detours to suck and gently nibble on her uncles
balls.

The effect
was immediate.Lena
benefited from both the extra lubrication and the additional stimulation.She began to puff and blow through her
mouth.The yelps were still coming but
they were being overpowered and pulled under by the lustful whimpering of a
little girl that was going to cum hard and soon.

The trigger
came when Rachel removed the pussy slick finger from her own twat and snaked it
into her sister’s ass.As the little
digit slipped past her sphincter the older child cocked her head back and
howled.Her pussy clamped heard on her
uncle’s cock and little girl cum squirted out around it before falling quick
victim to sibling tongue.

Arron
groaned and fired rope after rope of spunk into the child’s hot, cuming
pussy.There was no spare room and his
spunk joined the flow of Lena’s cum into
Rachel’s mouth.The mixture pulsed out
with each diminishing thrust.

Like a
machine with the power cut they ramped down and came to a stop.Lena laid
her head on the rock and shuddered gently in the aftershocks of her
orgasm.Arron rested a further moment
then pulled his shrinking cock free with a slurp.Rachel pushed him back with her head and
latched her mouth to her sister’s cunny, drinking her uncle’s spunk from the
smooth font of her sister’s stretched vagina.Lena moaned at this further stimulation
but didn’t react otherwise.

Arron had
to carry the older girl back to camp.She was completely wiped out.He
tucked her in then ate Rachel to nice cum.The youngest Winters tried to return the favor but her uncle was snoring
before she even got him hard.

The next
morning Arron worried a little about Lena’s
vocal cum of the night before but nothing was said at breakfast.Either the noise hadn’t carried through the trees
or it had been written off as horseplay.He didn’t know which and really didn’t care.When they set off for work Jenny and the
girls joined them.The plan had been for
them to play fetch and free the men up so all they had to do was tape and mud. It became obvious very early however that
Jenny was far better at the latter then her husband.She’d never done it before but she seemed to
have a knack.Carl ended up heading up
the gopher department and Arron and Jenny did the work.Things went so well that before dark they had
finished both floors and even sanded and touched up the part that the men had
done the day before.

The
downside was a supper of sandwiches and chips.It went down well enough after a hard day though and they adjourned to
the spring.Once again Carl and Jenny
bailed out early.Lena
was still sore ‘down there’ so Arron and the girls settled for a lazy little
daisy chain on the bank.Lena ended up gobbling his cum.Rachel was a bit jealous so they reprised
their roles back at the tent except this time it was the four-year-old with
six-inches of pervert dick in her slick little throat.

The sanding and finish coating was
done by noon the next day.They had an
impromptu skull session that involved several bottles of the ‘plague’.And decided they would go ahead and run to
Avery for the paint, most of them anyway.Arron begged off.

He waved them off then loaded some tools in the Ford and
bounced his way to the site of the old dam.Twice he had to stop and cut back brush but he eventually got there.

Arron had a
vague idea what the original dam had looked like and only a slightly better
image of its replacement.Nevertheless
he grabbed a shovel and set to work.It
was slow going.His intent was to
excavate the original dams foundations but years of
spring floods had buried then deep in silt and hard clay.He puffed and heaved, twice filling the
F-150’s bed with accumulated muck that had to trucked a few dozen feet and then
unloaded the same way it went in, by hand.There were several big rocks and steel encrusted chunks of ancient
concrete in the way, the latter remnants of the original structure.The truck was hitched to these and snorted
and spewed dirt from all four tires as it yanked them up the bank and into the
woods.

By dark he
had only partially cleared one bank.Tired
and perhaps a bit discouraged he left the truck where it was and walked back to
camp.Too tired for the spring he had a
sponge bath then a sandwich.He was
nursing a ‘plague’ when his cell phone trilled.It was Carl.They were going to
stay over in Avery and head back the next day.That was fine with Arron.It gave
him more uninterrupted time on the dam and to be honest his cock could use a
break from a certain pair of preteen sex machines.

Just before
dropping off he thought of the forest service tractor and just how handy it
might be at the dam site.

That
thought was still with him the next morning and he decided over coffee and
stale donuts that it was a good one.That meant that first he had to walk down and get his damned truck
though.

He was at the material yard by nine and parked
his truck and got out.He’d half hoped
to run into Bobby Weaver.The original
offer of the under-the-table loan of the equipment had been to fix the access
road.The road was now fixed.He suspected the Ranger wouldn’t have minded
him borrowing the equipment for this new endeavor but he would feel better if
he could have asked.He liked the Ranger
and didn’t want to abuse the man’s hospitality.

He had a
surprise when he looked at the tractor.The box blade rested on the ground to one side and a newish
looking orange backhoe had taken its place.The backhoe had its own stabilizers and seat.It also had its own hydraulic power
system.The only mechanical connection
to the tractor was at the PTO.He
checked the tractor and dump truck and found that both had plenty of fuel.They had nearly a full drum of gasoline and
another of diesel at camp so he vowed to return them the same way.He fired up the dump and backed it up.Hitching up alone was a bit of a chore but he
managed.He considered leaving a note
but figured that the F-150 was now a fairly familiar sight in the forest.Anyone who saw it would know where the
missing equipment was.

The backhoe
was both good and bad.It was good in
that it made the machine even better suited for the job at hand.It was bad in that taking the machine with
the new implement attached made him feel even more like a thief.

Once at campArron
had an early lunch then headed for the dam.He had done a bit of everything in his life but he’d never operated a
backhoe.There was a leaning curve but
it wasn’t that steep.He only flung two
bucketfuls of wet, clingy silt into the seat with him before he started to get
the hang of it.

Once he did
figure it out the machine did wonders.It could clear in minutes what it would have taken him hours to do by
hand.It was wearing on into afternoon
when Arron turned to backup and saw Carl standing alongside with a couple of ‘plagues’.

Grinning, he shut down the machine and gratefully accepted
one.

“Last of
them Carl said wistfully.”

For several
seconds there was only the glug of cold, evil,
goodness pouring down parched throats and the tick of the cooling engine.Then Carl wiped the foam from his mouth and
motioned toward the, now mostly exposed, dam foundation.“You really think you can build a dam
here?Have you ever built a dam before?”

Arron took
another gulp of his beer and shrugged.“I’ve done a lot of things in my life that ‘I haven’t done
before’”.The double meaning of that
statement wasn’t lot on him.

“I’ll take
that as a no.”Carl drolled.

“How did
the paint selection process go?”

“Damn
bro.It was something else!Have you ever seen a woman try to pick out
paint?We looked at color cards from
‘heavenly blue’ to ‘seafoam green’.We spent over an hour looking at the
different hues of ‘sandstone pink’.Then
we went back and looked at the blue some more.She asked my opinion about a dozen times but every time I picked one
she’d shoot it down.After the first
couple of hours I just grumbled a little whenever she asked.I don’t think she noticed.”

“So did she
finally pick something?”

Carl
finished his beer in one last chug and belched.“Yep, white.”

“White?”

Carl
grinned.“White.”

They shared
a chuckle then Arron finished his beer and climbed back onto the tractor.

Carl
watched as his brother exposed the last of the original foundation then pushed
around dirt for a bit more and generally tidied up some.The two then walked back to camp.

The whole troupe went for a splash
in the spring.They didn’t stay
long.The hot spring that had been so
relaxing in the chill of March was becoming less so as summer heated up.Carl commented on it as he toweled a
squirming Rachel.“You know there may be
something to that dam idea of yours after all.It would be nice to be able to take a cool dip.”

Jenny had
bought the girls some new clothes so they were treated to an impromptu fashion
show that evening.Over thirty or so
minutes first one child then the other would dash out of their parent’s tent to
model a new outfit.Most were skirts or
dresses, practical now that the summer was on them.Most were on the short side and as the two
pre-teens wiggled and gyrated before the fire they were treated to multiple
glimpses of the new bikini style panties they’d also been treated to.Arron kept waiting for Carl to say something
about that but he didn’t.When he
glanced at his younger brother Carl seemed to be almost mesmerized.He wondered if just perhaps bro was enjoying
the little show just a bit.

When the
supper of fast-food fried chicken was trotted out they decided to eat around
the fire.When the paper plates had
finally been tossed to their doom on the flickering flames first Rachel then
her sister sought perches on Arron’s legs.As he brought still greasy hands up to support them under their short
skirts he discovered to his dismay that they had both conspired to lose their
panties at some point.They were bare
under those brief swaths of light fabric and he found himself with a round
little girl bottom in either hand.Over
the next minutes they both managed to wriggle enough to plant an uncle finger
along the length of their humid little slots.As the crickets began to sing Arron gently diddled increasingly damp
little girl pussies.

Somehow,
despite that distraction a conversation was held.Arron expressed his desire to work on the dam
but that was really a two man job, and besides.They needed to get the walls painted so they could get the millwork in.

“That’s not
a problem,” Jenny said.“You and Carl go
and work on the dam and I’ll paint.”

Carl
glanced at her.“You’re sure you don’t
mind?”

She waved
him off, “I haven’t painted in years but my mom used to redecorate every
summer.I bet I’ve rolled a hundred
miles of paint.I also so know how to
cut in and use drop cloths if your worried about that nice shiny floor of yours
dear brother-in-law.”

The last
was directed at Arron who had begun to look glum over just that thought.He hung his head and put on an overplayed
guilty look that earned a few laughs.

That
settled the girls were sent off to bed, Rachel was glum about that but Arron
was relieved, the little minx had been close to cumming
in his lap.The beer came out and they
laughed and giggled some.Arron thought
the store bought beer tasted watery after the sensory overload of the ‘plague’
but it was cold and wet.

Carl and
Jenny excused themselves after the second round.Arron had sort of hoped for an invite to join
them but it wasn’t forthcoming.

When he got
to the tent the girl’s were still and all was quiet.He sighed; he’d just have to go to sleep with
a hard dick.The damn thing would
eventually go down on its own.

He
undressed and lay down on top of his sleeping bag.The nights were still cool enough to get in
it sometimes but this wasn’t one of those.A light sheet protected bare skin from whatever nocturnal blood suckers
got past the screening and that was all that was needed.

He had just
settled when there was a barely heard rustle.Something soft brushed his cheek then a round little ass settled onto
his face.“Lick my butthole”, Rachel
whispered.At the same time a pair of
hands pulled down the sheet and fished his cock from his briefs.

“I’m going
to suck all the cum out of your dick uncle Arron.”Lena said
quietly.

“No you’re
not, ‘member.”

“Oh yeah,” Lena giggled then her wet little mouth slid over his
cock.She took a couple of exploratory
sucks then took him to the balls.

Arron
wondered at that little exchanged but not enough to distract him from driving
the muscular tip of his tongue past Rachel’s sphincter and probing her
bowels.The recipient squealed her quiet
appreciation of that treatment.Arron’s
groan joined her as Lena took him into her
tight throat.

They went
of for about a minute.Arron tonguing
baby ass with an occasional side of incredibly soft, bald, baby pussy, and Lena deepthroating hard, pervert uncle dick.

Abruptly Lena pulled off with a slurp.The night air was a cool presence on Arron’s
throbbing, wet prick.Her hands were
back in seconds and he could feel something greasy being massaged onto his
cock.

“He’s
ready.”

Rachel had
been quietly moaning, as she enjoyed the attention being paid her tiny
bottom.Now her muscles tightened and
she lifted up and shuffled forward.

Arron was
still trying to figure this new game out when he felt her saliva wet cheeks
caress the head of his prick.Little
hands grasped his tool and the head slotted into the little dimple he’d just
been tonguing.

“Wait a
sec…” He started to say but the youngest Winters applied pressure and her
relaxed little bottom flared open and allowed the head of his prick to slip
inside.

Lena slid up alongside and kissed her uncle on the
lips.“Rachel is gonna
fuck you with her butt then I’m gonna lick and suck
all of your cum out of her butthole.”With that she sealed her lips to his and sent her small tongue looking
for his.

Rachel’s
hot little asshole proved more resilient and pliable than her older sister’s
pussy.Within a minute she was taking
most of his length into her lovely bottom.The chicken grease that Lena had
smeared ob her uncle’s cock made a passable lubricant.

His hands
went to Rachel’s hips and he began to help the child on and off his cock.They slowly ramped up and little squeaks of
pleasure began to escape the younger girl’s mouth as she was buggered.Despite these Arron could feel himself
pulling ahead in the race to cum and not wanting to leave his little lover
hanging he spoke to Lena when she came up for air.

“Go suck
your sister’s pussy baby.Help her get
her cookies.”

She gave
him a final kiss, giggling into his mouth then vanished in the dark.A moment later he felt her crawl up his legs.Rachel gasped as a soft, wriggly, wet tongue
was added to the order of battle.She
started to pick up the pace of her ass fucking. Arron
stayed with her, helping her to bugger herself faster and faster.

It wasn’t
enough for her but it proved too much for him.To his chagrin Arron went over the top before
the child got off.He groaned as his
balls emptied into the tight, hot depths of her buttery little ass.

Rachel
whimpered in complaint as he lifted her off his cock.That didn’t last though.Lena rolled
onto her back and practically jerked her sister’s pillowy
butt onto her mouth.When the elder
child started to dig and suck the cum from her asshole
the she whimpered some more, the tone was different though.

Arron fought free of the entanglement then crawled around
and over Lena.He lowered his face till his chin almost met that of the elder girl and
began to ravage Rachel’s tiny bald twat.The child’s soft inner thighs massaged his cheeks in gratitude.

Rachel
never lasted long with tongues up both holes.Tonight was no exception, with a presence of mind that was surprising if
gratifying she leaned to one side long enough to scoop up a pillow then
screamed her cum into it.

The
brothers got to the dam site just after dawn the next morning.The first order of business was to glue an
adapter to a length of four inch, thick walled pvc and then screw on a big brass gate valve.This would be the emergency drain and also
serve to as a bypass for the water during construction.Arron remembered how the man at the home
center had tried to sell him a pvc
globe valve for this application.Arron
had rejected it, he wanted something that would still work a dozen years from
now when the impound needed to be drained to clear a
deadfall.He had seen too many plastic
globe valves that grew so stiff they were unusable after only a year or two.

With the
valve attached a bed of hydraulic cement was laid across the old foundation and
the pipe placed so that the valve would protrude onto the dry side of the dam.More cement went on top.The hydraulic cement set fast even in the
damp.

The rest of
the morning was spent with a posthole digger punching an even twenty deep holes
on either side of the old foundation.They switched off but both men worked up a very good sweat.They had to build a little cofferdam around
each of the inside holes to keep the water from filling them up but that wasn’t
much of a problem.

They drove
to the house and picked up the womenfolk.Jenny had smudges of paint here and there but the girls looked like
they’d been rolled in it.They rose back
to camp in the bed, much to their delight.

A loaf of
bread and half a pound of cold cuts later and they were back at the house.Jenny and the girls vanished inside while Arron and Carl sorted through the lumber pile selecting and
rejecting.The former went into the bed
of the ram.The little chainsaw, drills,
both cordless and corded, and assorted other tools went aboard as well.The cordless drills were Carl’s idea; they
had some high powered drilling ahead of them though and Arron didn’t thing they
would last long.At his insistence the
corded drill and the generator went aboard as well.

They drove
back to the dam site and got to work.A
selection of heavy timber went into the outside holes.Most were 6x6’s but a few were whole tree
trunks of approximately that diameter that had been felled during road clearing
but never ripped up.The inside holes
got 4x4’s.Originally Arron had planned
to use the six inch timbers on the inside as well but they didn’t have enough
of that size.His back of the hand
analysis showed that the outer timbers would bear the majority of the load
anyway.

An initial
concern was rot, when he had first decided to use wood for the dam structure
Arron had planned on using expensive pressure treated stuff or even creosote
coated telephone poles if he could get them.Some research turned up a factlet he hadn’t
known though.Wet wood that stayed wet
generally was very rot resistant.It was
the cycle of wetting and drying that led to rot.The dam was going to be earth core and it was
virtually guaranteed that it would seep enough that the structure would never
dry out without an extended drought.

Placing,
leveling and tamping the poles took them into late afternoon.They then started placing the tie beams.Each upstream beam was tied to its downstream
counterpart by three horizontal timbers at top, middle and just about a foot
off of the bottom.These were drilled
and fastened into place with three-quarter inch galvanized bolts, washers and
nuts.In addition two long diagonal
beams joined each pair.One was run from
the top of the downstream beam to the bottom of the upstream and another from
the top of the upstream to the bottom of the downstream.There was no connection between any of the
upstream or downstream beams to any others in its own row.Arron reasoned that the one inch planking
that was going onto both sides would provide more than enough support
there.Arron
wanted to fire up the saw and get the trimming done but the light was failing
and the mosquitoes had found them.They
decided to call it a night.

Jenny had
managed to get the bottom floor completely painted and had cut in a good
portion of the top floor as well.The
girls preened and posed but Arron was privately sure they’d been more hindrance
than help.He loved them, in more ways
than one but he knew them too.

There was
one pleasing fact; the paint was covering in one coat.The blurb on the cans claimed it would but
Arron had enough experience through the years with other ‘wonder paints’ to be
surprised.

They adjourned to the spring where
Arron undertook the not unpleasant task of scrubbing the paint off of the girls
and out of their hair.He was still
scrubbing when Carl announced a nature call and scooped up a towel before
heading for the privy.

He was
barely out of sight before a naked, glistening Jenny slid onto a rock beside
Carl.She took over Rachel’s hair,
incidentally pulling the child’s face into her shaved pussy in the process.

“Mommy, yurpeepee is all over my mouth”,
the youngest Winters complained.It came
out muffled by mommy pussy.

“Well then
do what you normally do when a peepee is in your
face, lick it.”She caught Arron’s
eye.“You’re uncle’s not the only
pervert around here who enjoys getting head from a four-year-old.Not anymoooorrrrree!”The last came out as a wail as her tiny
daughter obeyed the instructions.

Jenny hunched the little brunette’s face for a
bit then began to back up the rock, pulling Rachel with her.When the child was secure on the rock she
raised up, spun around then sat on her daughter’s face.“Lena, eat
mommy’s butt hole.Please get you tongue
up mommy’s ass!”

The blond
pulled free from Arron and shoved her face between her mother’s sleek, wet ass
cheeks.Her little hands pulled apart
the shapely buttocks so she could get more penetration.With her daughter’s servicing her both front
and back Jenny soon twitched and moaned to a powerful orgasm.Arron was stroking his cock and as the woman
climbed the final peak her sent spurt after spurt of cum pulsing into the
aromatic water of the spring.

As they
were climbing through the forest toward camp the six-year-old remarked,
“Mommy’s got yummy cums.”

That night
Arron got some yummy cums of his own.Of course Rachel, the little glutton insisted
on sucking her sister’s pussy bone dry so he had to settle for only one
helping.It was yummy though.Six-years-old seemed a good vintage for pussy
cream.

The men
were at the dam the next morning shortly after dawn.They got the chain saw going then took turns
trimming the ragged timber ends.With
that done they started on the planking.The outside boards went on with heavy galvanized screws while the inside
got fat 10 penny nails.They put three
courses on then Arron fired up the backhoe and started laying
in the fill.They culled this, keeping
the clay and smaller stones while rejecting the bigger rocks and clumps of
grass and other vegetation.It helped
that the majority of the soil was red clay.

While Arron
filled Carl scrambled around inside the boards with a five gallon bucket,
wetting and tamping the material.When
the three board course was full Arron started shoveling water instead of dirt.When the fill was well soaked he used the
shovel to compact it and squeeze out the excess.He only had to pop off one board before he
found out how hard was hard enough.

They got
another three courses on then filled these in similar fashion.By then they were nearly out of planks and it
was close to lunch time anyway.They
drove to the house.

Carl and
the girls drove on to camp while Arron busied himself re-commissioning the
mill.The arrived back with a lunch of
tuna fish sandwiches, chips and ice cold tea, to find Arron staring daggers at
his creation.There was still a faint
smell of acrid smoke in the air.

“I take it
we’re not ripping more planks this afternoon”, Carl commented, fanning to clear
the stench.

Arron
kicked the offending motor; it was the big one that turned the blade and was
supposedly all-weather.“’Fraid not.Damn thing just went poof.I think it’s the damp.Even covered up it get s a lot of moisture in
it.If it was run every day if probably
wouldn’t matter but when it sits the damp gets into the windings.”

They ate then the brothers pulled the
motor off of the saw and mounted up.When
they reached Huttonsville, Arron
was still in a funk, imagining a late night return from Avery with a new motor.They were actually halfway through town
before he suddenly straightened.“Turn
right here.”

Carl looked
startled but obeyed.For the next
several minutes Arron directed his brother along a barely remembered path that
finally ended at the same shop that had rewound the tractor’s generator.

His hunch paid
off, the proprietor took one look at the motor.“Yep, I can do her.Be
fifty-seven plus tax, maybe a bit more if she needs bushings.You can pick her up tomorrow morning.”He grinned, “a lot
easier than that last critter you brought in here.”

That
comment reminded Arron of the parts he had ordered and they stopped at the
Ranger station on the way back.The
portly matron had the duty and trotted out a big box with a FedEx label.“Lords, this has been here several days.I was beginning to think I was going to have
to get Bobby to come by and give you a thumping.”She smiled as she said it.

They got
back to camp with several hours of daylight left so Arron borrowed the Ram and headed
down to the tractor with his new acquisitions.He slid one of the new rings into a cylinder and checked the end
gap.It was right in the middle of the
tolerance band.He poured some fresh gas
in the tub and scrubbed the pistons again then carefully installed the new
rings.There was an antique ring
compressor in the old tool chest.He
coated the pistons and new rings in bar oil, the only thing he could find in
the truck, and then tried the old tool.It worked well and soon he had the pistons nestled back into their
correct bores.A few judicial thumps
with a hammer handle was all it took to nestle them down.He didn’t have a torque wrench so he
tightened the rod caps by guess.

The
mosquito’s had gone from guerrilla warfare to full scale frontal assault by the
time he was finished.With dusk coming
on he shooed the cloud away and dove for the truck.

The camp
was empty when he returned but a covered plate had been set for him.He wolfed down ham, stuffing and something
store bought that claimed to be sweet potatoes then grabbed a towel and clean
underwear and headed for the spring.He
arrived to find a full brawl in progress.Jenny and the girls had ganged up on the lone male and he was sorely
pressed.Arron stripped then dove to the
rescue.First a shrieking Lena and Rachel were peeled from the melee and unceremoniously
tossed into deep water.A struggling
Jenny was next, she was still shrieking something that sounded like “you
wouldn’t dare” when she followed her offspring, albeit with a bigger splash.

The female
folk sputtered and hissed for a bit but they came back, in fact they came back
several times.Some people just don’t
learn very fast.Only a veiled and
carefully worded promise from Jenny about what neither one of them was going to
get for some time finally restored the balance of power.

A light rain came up shortly after they
returned to camp.It drove away the
mosquitoes with a little help from citronella so the monopoly board came
out.Arron begged off but he did watch
as he carefully rebuilt the old Fordson carb by lantern light.He only had to get a little bit of the
aromatic spray cleaner on the board before he was convinced to exit the dining
fly before performing that particular task.

He had to
carry the girls to bed.They’d conked
out toward the tail end of the game.He
snuggled them down, only fingering a little bit of hairless baby pussy then lay
on top of his own bag and pulled the sheet over him.

He woke up
in the middle of the night with a shivering, wet Lena
atop him.The rain had picked up and the
tent was leaking badly over her sleeping bag.He fumbled around in the darkness and got her out of her wet pajamas and
panties.He found a dry pair of the
latter and got them on her then tucked her in alongside himself.The shivering vanished almost immediately,
she never woke up.

It was
still drizzling the next day when the Ram clattered down the mountain.Arron drove and it took a considerable amount
of his skill to keep the big truck on the road during the steep downhill leg
leading to the ford.The clay had picked
up just enough moisture to be wet and sticky.It rapidly clogged the deep lugs in the truck’s tires leaving them with
all the traction of ice skates.They
made it down, slithering and sliding then splashed across the river.It was plain that the rain hadn’t been that
serious.The water wasn’t up noticeably
at all.

They
grabbed breakfast in Huttonsville then stopped in at
the local hardware store.Carl wandered
while Arron matched up a set of head bolts for the old tractor.He was sure purists would scream about
authenticity but he was more interested in getting the beast running than in
making it concourses perfect.He managed
to find a box of grade 8 bolts with the right thread, shank and overall length.They were maybe an eighth of an inch short but
he doubted the old tractor would notice.He bought these, several cans of spray grease and a 5 gallon can of gear
lube so old that the container was for real steel and had the old Sonoco livery
in faded, dust covered paint.

They swung
by the electrical shop and picked up the motor then drove out to Dave Helsey’s mill.It
had been right at a week give or take a day.This time there was a shy teenager with glasses and a sprinkle of acne
behind the counter.She consulted a
bound ledger book then disappeared into the depths of the rumbling mill.

Barely a
minute passed before the hulking form of the miller appeared from between the
shelving.He greeted them
enthusiastically then ushered them behind the counter.Their order was complete.He pulled several different pieces out and
insisted they examine them.The workmanship
was excellent and the wood was straight with a clear, attractive grain.They had left a small deposit when they
placed the order; Carl wrote a check for the balance.

Another problem
now presented itself.They needed to
transport fine, unfinished mill work and it was still raining.It wasn’t heavy but it was certainly enough
to get things wet.The big miller came
to the rescue.The Ram was backed under
an overhang then a dry plastic tarp was laid atop the wet bed liner.The moldings went atop this then another tarp
atop that.A liberal application of duct
tape made the whole ensemble watertight against anything short of a full gale.

When they
pulled out twenty minutes later they had two more cases of the ‘plague’ and a
third case containing a lemony lager in addition to the moldings.They promised to return the tarps and their
soon to be growing collection of empty bottles.

They were
back at camp just after noon.They drove
to the house and unloaded the moldings to much oohing from Jenny and the total indifference of the
girls.That done; they installed the
motor on the mill.It fired right up and
they sat to happily ripping face boards for the dam.

They were
at the dam site by two and set to work.The boards went on quickly and they got three more courses installed,
filled and tamped by dusk.The water
flowing out the open ball valve was already crystal clear, the mud caused by
the disturbances they had wrought had settled out quickly.

Back at the
house they found Jenny and the girls having an impromptu water fight after
cleaning up the painting equipment.The
paintwork was finished.

“What are
we going to finish the moldings with?” asked Jenny as she stirred the stew.Arron wasn’t exactly sure what was in it but
it smelled good.

He
scratched; both he and Carl had picked up a good crop of chiggers while working
on the dam.“I figured the same
polyurethane we put on the floors.We’ve
got plenty left.”

“What about
a stain?”

“I didn’t
figure on using one.We didn’t on the
floors.”

“Yeah, I
vote for no stain,” Carl chimed in as he tried to balance a bouncing Rachel on
one knee.“That is nice wood.”

“So when
are you men folk going to start installing it?”

Arron
thought of the dam and how close they were.He sighed, “Tomorrow I guess.It’ll take a day or three to get it installed then and two to coat it.”

Carl
stopped bouncing his youngest and looked up.“I’ve been thinking on that.When
we had our game room redone the contractor sprayed the paneling and trim before
installing it.When he put it in he only
spent a few hours on touchup.We’ve got
sawhorses and the spray rig.We could do
the same thing.”

Arron
stopped in the process of covertly pilfering a bit of stew meat and stared
slack jawed at his brother.“That’s
freaking brilliant bro.”

Carl
blushed, slightly embarrassed by the praise.“Well you know what they say about broken clocks”, he mumbled.

Jenny
slapped Arron’s hand away from the stew pot.“Well I might be able to handle that.Let’s eat then head for the spring.”

They did;
both the eating and the springing that is.Once at the aromatic spring Arron kept his
legs under the water as much as possible.He hated chiggers; maybe the little bastards would drown.

They played
and splashed a bit longer than normal.Long enough that Lena and Rachel
crawled from the water and spooned under a towel on a mossy bank.They were asleep in minutes.One this was noted Jenny insisted on the rare
luxury of a little three-way loving under the steam haloed stars.The men folk didn’t object much.

They
carried the children back to camp and deposited them in Arron’s tent.Only then did he remember the wet sleeping
bag.Lena
was deposited atop Arron’s bag and her wet one was pulled out and draped over a
clothes line.

They
cracked open some beers, the men went for the ‘plague’ while Jenny decided to
sample the lager.She liked it and was
soon outpacing both her husband and brother in law.This made her tipsy and glory of glories,
randy.Arron was patching his tent with
the help of a headlamp and a roll of duct tape and only vaguely monitoring the
murmuring and giggling that came from the dining fly.

He had
about finished when Carl’s pitched voice carried across the camp.“Yo, bro, a little help here.I think
we’ve got a fire!”

That got he attention and he tamped down the last clumsy repair and
trotted over.He saw no sign of an
impending conflagration and looked at Carl in puzzlement, “Where’s the fire?”

Jenny was
sitting atop the table; she giggled and spread her finely toned legs.“Right here she answered throatily, and it’s
getting hotter.”Only then did he
realize that she was completely nude.The brothers exchanged glances then grins.It just wouldn’t be gentlemanly to leave the
lady hanging even if she had been well serviced not two hours before.

Only after
he and Carl had fucked Jenny stupid did Arron drag his sated body to his
tent.He stripped clumsily then eased
down beside the still naked Lena and pulled
the sheet over them both.

He had just
closed his eyes when a small hand began to stroke his hairy chest, pausing to
gently pull at a tuft here and there.

“Did you
and daddy love mommy good?”Lena asked.

Carl looked
down at the dimly seen form beside him.He brought a hand up and pushed the child’s bangs back then kissed her
forehead.“She seemed to think so.”

The small
form wiggled in closer, the hot flesh now in contact from his shoulder to his
hip.“I wish we could join in, me and
Rachel.Why can’t we?”

Well baby,
do you remember how mad mommy was when she first found out about us?”

He felt her
nod, the soft, damp hair caressing his shoulder.

“Well
daddies get madder, sometimes a lot madder.”

“But mommy
changed her mind. Now she loves with us
too?”

“Well…some
people never change their mind.They
just stay mad or get madder.It’s hard
to know what they might do.Your daddy
might change his mind or he might take you and your sister away and not come
back.He might also tell people and me
and your mommy would go to jail.You
remember what I told you about how most people feel about little girls having
sex.”

The nod
came again then she was shifting.The
sheet slid away then a knee stabbed painfully into his stomach.A slender thigh caressed one cheek.Her sweet voice came from somewhere above. “I
still don’t think its fair but I guess you’ll just have to love me all by
yourself tonight.”With that her soft,
warm little pussy nestled onto his lips.

The next morning Arron and Carl spent
several hours helping Jenny and getting her started on the moldings.They laid some of the pieces out on saw
horses then brushed them with water to raise the grain.They dried quickly then they were sanded with
a medium grit paper. A
final wetting then they were again sanded with the medium then fine
grit.The sun was hot and bright so the
water dried quickly.After a wipe with a
tack rag the generator and sprayer were fired up.Arron laid a fine, even coat on a few
demonstration pieces then passed the tool to Jenny.She nervously looked at the moldings then
insisted on some practice tries on scrap.That turned out to be a good thing because she had real trouble getting
the hang of it.She tended to put the
coating on too heavy, after a few samples ran she overcompensated and starting
misting it on.These dried too quickly
and ended up a dull, matte finish.She
kept at it and after a bit seemed to be getting the hang of it.

They left
her to it and together wrestled another length of dead tree onto the mill. They
had barely finished the first cut when a screeching Jenny brought them to a
halt.There was a gentle breeze blowing
but it was strong enough to carry fine sawdust to where she was working.Sawdust and wet polyurethane were not a
compatible combination.

The only
solution, if they wanted to cut planks anyway, was to relocate Jenny’s spray
area to the uphill side of the house.For the next hour they humped the pieces and the tools up the steep
climb.It didn’t take long to raise a
sweat.By the time the job was finished
they felt that they had run a marathon.They had to string three extension cords together to get power from the
generator to the new spray site.

The mill
was fired up again and they started ripping boards.By the time they had enough to finish the dam
it was noon.They shut down, collected
Jenny and the girls then rode back to camp for a lunch of sandwiches and chips.

The men got
right on the dam after lunch.They
loaded up the planks and drove out.Jenny had the generator so they had to rely on the cordless drills to
drive the heavy screws.As Arron had
feared when this project started they proved unequal to the task and both gave
out within an hour.

It was
either stop or find another way, they found another way.There was an old hand brace and a set of wood
boring bits in the antique tool box with the tractor.They grabbed those and a more modern ratchet
set from the house site.It was more
labor intensive but at least they could still work.

They got
the final plank course on near dusk.The
use of hand tools and the installation of the spillway slowed things down a
bit.The latter was just a length of 4
inch PVC that protruded through the planks and had a flange glued on either
end.The downstream end proceeded about
two feet beyond the dam.The outfall
would be onto solid rock so erosion shouldn’t be an issue.

Arron fired up the backhoe and
started filling while Carl tramped around between the walls with a
flashlight.They finally stopped when
the visibility got so bad that Arron nearly knocked his brother off the dam
with the bucket.

They fought
their way through several staffel of mosquitoes and
found Jenny and the girls back at camp.Supper was more sandwiches then they headed for the spring.

They
finished the dam before lunch the next day.Getting the remaining clay core in and tamped was mainly machine work
except around the spillway pipe.It had
to be done by hand there.After that was
complete long diagonal braces were dropped into holes about ten feet from the
dam’s base.The free ends were then
screwed to the heavy downstream timbers of the frame.They were attached at roughly the high water
mark.These timbers would provide the
lion’s share of the structural support for the dam.Twenty of them went in, one for each timber
set.The first few were slow but after
an experiment they found that lashing the free end to the backhoe bucket and
using it to pull them down and into place made things a lot faster.

The end
result looked a little snaggletoothed, rock had meant it was not possible to keep everything
prettily aligned and still sink the braces as deep as Arron though they needed
to go.They canted left and right as
needed, none however were more than fifteen degrees off the nominal right angle
they should have formed with the dam face.The bracing had been planned to be conservative anyway so Arron figured
they would be ok.

There was
still much work to do.A top cap would
be installed to seal the clay core and hopefully keep the critters out.Since the four inch PVC spillway could not
pass the full flow of the stream at flood the whole top surface of the dam
would serve as an emergency spillway.It
was deliberately lower than the embankments to allow just that.The top cap would also be needed to keep the
clay from washing out under those conditions.The spillway needed a trash rack too.

Arron set
to work backfilling the embankments while Carl loaded the bulk of the
tools.When the backhoe gave its last
snort the dam ends penetrated the embankments by three feet on either
side.As the soil was mainly impermeable
clay and the height was only about a dozen feet he though it sufficient.They popped open a couple of plagues and had
a toast before Arron ceremonially closed the gate valve at the base of the
dam.At the current flow he figured it
would take weeks to fill.

They loaded
the backhoe then Arron conned the dump truck through the woods after the
Ram.They picked up Jenny and the girls
and drove to camp.The plan had been to
return the backhoe and dump truck to the forest service yard and return to
camp.Jenny however pointed out, over
lunch, that the yard was already almost out of the forest and they were again
low on food and all but out of ice.She
suggested they head for Avery, spend the night and come back on the morrow.

Arron
really didn’t want to but he was swimming upstream.The girls were bouncing around excitedly and
even Carl didn’t look that averse to the idea.He groaned and acquiesced.After
lunch the gasoline and diesel drums were loaded and everyone bustled about a
bit grabbing this or that then they headed down the mountain.The road had dried until it was sticky rather
than slick; a good thing with the big dump truck and its
trailer.

At the equipment yard Arron unloaded
and stowed the truck, trailer and tractor.They refueled the dump truck and had just started pumping fuel into the
tractor when Bobby Weaver pulled into the yard and climbed out of his truck.

The Ranger
ambled over.He had a thick folder
tucked under one arm.He thumped the
tractor on a clay spattered fender.“Damn thing sure gets dirty just sitting around the yard.”A stream of dark tobacco juice splattered the
ground alongside the left lug.“Still, I
surely am glad it’s here dirty or not.Why you know if we’d started our audit on time,”he leaned forward and spoke clearly to
emphasize the next word, “yesterday, why I’d have had to report a piece of gubmnet equipment missing.”

Arron looked surprised, then abashed, he’d completely
forgotten about the end of month audit.

“Oops”,
Carl said.He’d forgotten too.

The Ranger
continued.“Luckily, we is just a bit short of manpower so that audit had to get
pushed back a bit.”

Arron shook
his head.“Sorry Bobby, I lost track of
the date.”He looked around at the
woods, thick, even around the equipment yard.A gentle breeze was just tugging at the trees, its voice a almost inaudible sigh.“It’s easy to do around here.”

The
uniformed man’s features relaxed.He
looked around as well.“Aye, it is
that”, he said softly his hick accent seemed to have slipped a bit.

They
listened to the wind for a moment then Carl cleared his throat and motioned to
the folder.“What’s that?”

The man
seemed to shudder then his eyes refocused and he spat another stream ot tobacco juice.“This?One of the girls was cleaning out some old files and came across
it.She was gonna
toss it but I figured yall might like to give it a
look.It’s the proposal packet the service
put together on the Tuggle parcel back when we was
still planning on buying it.Most of it
is probably pretty nigh useless but it might make interestin’
readin’.Nothing else you can use it for toilet paper.”

Carl
accepted the folder then the two parties mounted their respective vehicles and
headed out.